My apartment had been ransacked and violated, everything smashed and the bed peed on. A message on the bed read, "She's fine. Don't fuck with us." It ...ook five minutes for their devastation. Motorcycles roared to a stop. Big leather clad fellows wearing stockings over their heads broke down the outside and apartment doors. The license plates didn't exist. Hell's Angels alibied each other. The only thing missing was my address book.Consulting my detective friend, it turned out a plant in the. While we ate dinner in one of the restaurants, mom and I sat side by side at the table, and when we could, we would put our free hand on the other's thigh up by the groin, and I even rubbed my fingers along mother's groin, up from between her legs causing a low moan from her mouth, and then in return, she would rub her hand across my hard cock, that got hard while looking at her in the dress' she had tryed on, and while she was trying them on, after she started leaving the curtain cracked open. "Jessica, Captain Mallory, and the three detectives turned to look at Rollie."We've been so busy with descriptions, statements, and suppositions about the rapist that we didn't look at it from the other side," Rollie told them. "Why these women? Do they have anything in common? Their work, their looks, what they like to do, where do they spend their free time. We've got a decent description, we know his M.O. and how he dresses. But why did he attack these particular women." I should have. Maybe this was what she neededall her life. She was really getting herself off whenthe door open. She looked up and saw Lynn her daughterwho was supposed to be in college standing therelooking down. Fear took her as she tried to rise up andrun but Jen had a good grip on her hair and wouldn’tlet her remove her mouth from Tom cock.“Don’t worry slut,” said Jen, “your daughter has beenmy slave for over 3 months along with your husband. Ihad a boyfriend meet up with her.