Anderman?”Another pause and then a nod.“Did you meet up with him the night of your accident?”A nod.“Did you all go out drinking? Perhaps to a ...earby bar?”He shook his head.“But you were all drinking, correct? You’re not going to get in trouble for drinking. My report shows you were not the driver. So let me rephrase my question a bit. Did you and your three friends meet up and have drinks with Mr. Anderman?”A nod.“But not in a bar?”A nod.“A restaurant?”A head shake.“His home then?”A nod.“Was. Oily stains were a bitch to get out.Amelia turned to Emma.“You, girl, Erin is it?” she said.“Uh, Emma, Miss,” Emma responded uncertainly.“Emma, sorry. Emma, please come here and hold the slave’s ass cheeks apart for me. Slave, please spread your legs further apart,” Amelia directed. Emma was still wearing the bandage dress and I noticed she had a little difficulty bending over in it enough to spread my ass cheeks; she managed though, and I felt her delicate fingertips pull my cheeks open. As. I've already committed the dress I've got to a - well I want to keep it secret. I'm sorry it's such short notice, but I've only just realised."What's going on? Helping Robert entertain. Things must have moved on apace since Monday.I'd heard no news since the meeting with Catherine. I'd phoned Robert a few times and he'd told me he was coping - working hard. Here was an opportunity I couldn't miss - and I wanted to see the girl again - see if I'd remembered her face right since she'd come to. “Wa-what are you doing, James?” She asked, her lips quivering and her face wet with tears. God, that look on her face really made me hard. Whatever moral I had left went out the window. At that point my mind turned into pure lust, I needed to fuck. I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into my living room. “What are you doing? Let me go!” She screamed, trying to pull away from me. I was stronger than her, obviously, and threw her on the couch. “Please, James. What are you doing?” She looked.