The apartment building was right on the water. I parked in the basement car park and she buzzed me up. Veronica answered the door wearing a short summ...ry dress; she was wearing her light brown hair out instead of the usual ponytail she wore at work. Overall she looked more sophisticated and womanly. The apartment was a sub penthouse with panoramic views of the harbour.She air-kissed me on both cheeks, “Ciao Giuliano, come in.” As she turned to walk into the bright living area, I couldn’t help. Ha, I bet that she can read me like a book."You are very skilled, my Lord." Thank you, Lady Megan. It has been a long few days, so I shall take my leave. Good night and sleep well." I gave her a formal bow and left. She just watched me go without a word.I wish I knew what she is thinking!I wasn't all that tired, but I wanted to give her something to ponder, and my staying to talk didn't feel right. I refilled my water on the way to bed; hopefully it wouldn't be a long night of me thinking about. PLEASE ... I can’t wait any more, I can’t hold out any longer. I HAVE TO HAVE YOU INSIDE ME!” Sweat was flying from her fevered brow as she demanded an end to her lifetime of virtue. The directness of her demand coupled with the clearness of her wishes almost caused me to make a big mistake. Not wanting to be blamed for causing her to cross any lines that she didn’t fully intend to cross, I gently separated her from the electronic orgasm maker and slowly helped her recover from the intensity of. This time it brushed Bufford’s cheek as it stuck into the floor. Bufford gasped and rolled away from it.“Next time,” Steele said as he retrieved the knife, “there’ll be blood.”“My brother’s the police chief. You better stop now.”“Let me worry about your brother.”“You don’t know Clyde. Let me go and I’ll forget this ever happened.”“Molly’s son. Where is he?”Bufford struggled against the bindings, pulling at the ones around his wrists, twisting his hands. He rolled onto his back and kicked his.