Thank you, Trooper Smith.”“What’s our case status?” Sheriff Johnson asked as he strode into his office Wednesday morning.“Sheriff. Good to h...ve you back,” Jeff Carlisle said as he stood. “This chair doesn’t fit me.”“I hear you filled it well. Now, where are we?”“I have Deputy Elliott standing watch at the farmhouse as that forensics expert from Palmyra goes over the scene. Every effort was made not to contaminate the crime scene. We even spread plastic before the bodies were removed by the. She sat down at her dresser and looked in the mirror. The predator's warning glared at her; 'DON'T FORGET THE BLONDE WIG!!!' in big red letters. She was tempted to wipe the lipsticked threat from the glass but she thought that should she get through this the writing may be evidence that could be useful to the authorities. Couldn't the police identify criminals from their handwriting? Who was she kidding? There was no way she was going to the police or anybody with her story. It was. She was also unaware that she unbuttoned one more button on her blouse whenever she was outside the precinct.“Somebody was angry, no mistaking that,” Mickey said, jotting down a few things in his notebook. “I gather we have a very grateful victim in the manager’s office.”Mickey and Melissa stepped into the office to find a semi-nude and seemingly very distraught Martha Williams sitting on a big couch trying to stay warm in what Melissa thought was an old woman’s slip and stockings – not. Once there she realised there was no food. Arching an eyebrow questioning at him he had laughed, pulled her down onto the blanket, lifted her skirt and started to lick and suck her clit. Every so often lifting his head to insert a finger into her wet pulsing pussy before devouring her again. Moans of delight were soon muffled as he spun her around, she quickly found his rigid cock with one hand whilst freeing it from the confines of his shorts and briefs. Soon they were dining on each other.