She was average looking: about 5’5″, shoulder length brown hair, an ok body with a few extra pounds in the hips, but beautiful lips and a gorgeous...smile. She had on a lacy black tank top and bra, and tight black pants. Even though it was chilly outside, it was hot in the apartment, and folks had stripped down some.Mercy and I hit it off, drinking shots in the kitchen. It was one of those friendly parties where everyone is just getting to know people in their drunken states, and everyone was. When his cock was back to eye level, I took him into my mouth. I wanted to taste him again. I sucked him clean, while he still struggled to control his breathing. I sat back on the porch. “This is not even close to being over tonight.” I said with a sultry smile. Manning reached for me. I simply slapped his hand away and said, “Not now.” I was horny and my panties were wet. I needed an orgasm, but this was about him, and his submission to my whims. Manning loved to give pleasure by limiting. Why don't you ask the other people who were at the party he was having?" I replied."Never mind that. Why did you kill him, Lindsy? What was he to you?" Detective Jefferson asked me."I didn't kill him. I want a lawyer. I refuse to answer any further questions until I am represented by counsel," I said."Come on. You know you don't need a lawyer... unless you have something to hide," he said with a sneer. He was definitely trying to provoke me."Actually, according to statistics, more people. Her skirt endedhalfway between her knee and hips, just right for The Club.Michelle asked, "Is this the first time at The Club?"I told her, "I have been here once before, about six months ago. I waslittle shy last time. I did not know anyone and well, did not fully enjoymyself."Michelle asked, "Cindy are you shy tonight?"I said, "No, I am not shy tonight just very submissive." No sooner had thewords submissive passed my lips, Michelle took my hand and leading me downone of the corridors and.