Sure." He had answered, uncertain why he felt so disappointed until she’d stopped at the door.She had spoken without turning to face him. "You’re ...n important person to me too."He had felt instant relief, realizing the problem had been that he’d put himself out there on the limb of vulnerability and had thought she was going to leave him there alone. "Luna, you said now isn’t my time to die. Have you seen it sometime in the future?"Still she hadn’t turned to him. "No. Not yet." And then she had. He licked the pre cum from the head of my cock then licked along the length of my shaft, gently massaging my balls. She took my cock into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around me as she slowly pumped my cock with her mouth, sucking hard, hollowing her cheeks, she pushed her mouth down over my cock,letting it slide into her throat then holding still as she worked her throat muscles, milking my cock. She pulled back till only the head was in her mouth while she ran her tongue over the head and. An unplanned pause would only disturb the rhythm.On the other hand she had obviously only just started and a short period for the girl hanging in her shackles, wondering what might happen next, would probably contribute something. Connie looked up seeing Freddie and sensing that she was needed. She stopped the pin wheel a fraction of an inch from the girl's nipple. "Soon," she said to the girl. "Soon." She turned away, put the pin wheel down and walked back to Freddie. The girl sagged in the. “Any idea what the weapon was?” Sally asked. She figured out quickly that she would get the most information, quickest.“Something wide like a bowie knife and the killer cut her throat. He also punched her in the face more than once before he cut her,” he suggested.“Can you misfile this until Monday?” I asked.“Why,” he asked Sally.“If it gets to the DA they will call it a hate crime and we will lose control.” I said. “If we don’t close it by Monday, the feds can have it.”“What he said,” Sally.