Ed poured himself a glass of iced tea and sat at the laptop. He slowly went through each picture that was captured on the disk. He studied each pictur..., searching for any item that he had missed before. He took care to scrutinize every item in the picture. The last picture on the disk came up and Ed started studying each detail as he had on the other pictures. He still had no clue who the woman with the butterfly tattoo was. Ed started examining every item in the picture.Ed finished examining. Joyce hesitates, not sure if she should call out or just keep moving.“Help! Help me!”She definitely heard it that time. A female voice was calling out for help from the darkness of the alley. The odd thing was… the voice almost sounded like it was coming from deep within a tunnel. Or a hole. It was so distant and echoey. This seems like a trap. Joyce resigned herself with continuing on before she was frightened by a much louder scream of terror.“Hello?” Joyce called into the alley. “Are you. The pain was incredible and so was the pleasure. I begged him to go deep. Go hard. He fucked me good and hard and was trembling from the pleasure. Harder, faster, deeper, over and over, he slammed that cock inside my ass. I wanted more. I asked him to please cum hard in my ass. Give it to me baby. He fucked hard and he fucked good; over and over, in and out. He squeezed my legs harder and his thrusting was at a fucking hot pace. And then I felt him shake even more. Moans and illiterate words. It was a perfect day for it, and I had nothing else to do. I kind of wanted someone to go with me, but I couldn't think of anybody until I thought about Audrey. I wonder what she's doing today; this might be a good time to get this out of her system and maybe mine too. I called the number and she answered immediately. I said, "This is Jeff, you know, with the Harley. I'm going down to North Carolina for the afternoon and thought you might like to go if you're not too busy." She.