And I for one am damn glad he did." So it is your statement that both Thomas and Blain Atwood died at the hands of Martin, aka The Irishman, and that ...oth were justifiable homicides?" Marshal asked."That is indeed my statement." I said."It is also your statement that there is audio and video recordings the verify your statement?" Marshal asked again."It is, except that we were not filming when Thomas tried to kill Martin with a knife, I'm told." I said."So you can't really say how Thomas died,". She might put on makeup at a stoplight, but she never texted while driving. Normally at this time of day she'd be outside our daughter's school, waiting for her class to come filing out. But today our six-year-old Brownie was at her Girl Scout's meeting, and would be until six."Bus just left with me on it," I tapped out and sent. I love our girl, but she's six. Until they're two or three, they don't really understand what's going on around them. For the next couple of years, they go to sleep. I couldn't hear what she said, but the lady wasn't happy. The man stood and sheepishly followed the lady out.I watched the man as he was marched to the elevator. Or should I say I admired the woman's tidy figure and tight ass? Our eyes met when she was in the elevator, and they stayed locked together until the doors closed.I walked over to Pat, "What was that all about?" Nothing. Just a jealous wife," Pat said, seemingly not too bothered.I got myself a drink and sat with Pat, "What were you. But he was not joking; he had locked up there with me just to fuck me.Cornell lifted my dress and soon I could feel his long fingers touching my pussy lips. I gasped in surprise and tried to scream for help, but he covered my mouth with his heavy hand and hushed me, ordering to stay quiet.“I knew it, Ana, you are a fucking whore, have no panties but pussy dripping wet”He was right. I was a little bit scared but the whole situation had aroused me, feeling my cunt moist in excitement. I could not.