She woke with a start and he reached across her and unbuckled her belt.She winced in pain and the man realised he was leaning on her knife wound.He he...ped her out of the car and led her to one of picnic tables and sather down and went back to the car and bought the drink over. Her armswere folded on the table and she was resting her head on them."Here. Sip this. And I mean sip it," he held the Styrofoam cup to herlips and she sipped while he held the cup.He put his arm around her to steady. Have a seat."Will and I sat on his couch. Saul put the telephone on the table in front of us and sat on the other side of me. I took off my Polartec. Saul dialed."Really glad they don't have video phones yet... Hi, Dad, Saul. Got your message. I'll put you on the speaker." Thanks for calling me back. I wanted to talk to you about the art work you sent me. I can't seem to get you over the weekends. How about giving me another number to call? Is someone else there?" Yes, Will Spector, the artist,. When he opened the door to his house. He was greeted with complete silence. His wife and daughter were upstairs in their rooms, sound asleep. He mixed himself a drink and put it on the end table alongside of the couch. After next turning on the TV, he then walked upstairs.The policeman had a set routine when working the 4 p.m. to midnight shift so that he did not disturb his family when he got home. He had a robe hanging in wait in the bathroom, where he would strip down to his shorts, put it. The feel of her straining silk clad cockhead now meshed with her first exposure to the sight of a erect big prick, make her swallow the sudden lump in her tight throat as she quickly turned her head away while still clinging to both fear and innocence. While sitting there in a confused mixture of fear and curiousity, Roberta did her very best to act straight, normal and disinterested. Yet just like in the showerooms, she gave into to her strong deep rooted needs to perhaps steal yet one more.