He squeezed me with his lips and cheeks, stroking my entire length. I moaned, louder than I probably should have, but it just happened. He knew I was ...lready close so he went back to stroking me with his hand. I would have preferred to cum in his mouth but I'm always happy to take what is offered.As my orgasm approached, I could see a faint smile on his face. He liked torturing me with pleasure. Or at least he takes pride in his handy (pun intended) work.I took a deep breathe and closed my. As we were looking out over the railing, Linda said that she needed to confess something. She proceeded to tell me that when we were dancing, she thought I had placed one of my hands on her ass, as I frequently do. She said she did not mind and was even getting aroused when the hand began to gently rub her ass. It was about that time that I adjusted my arms and hands a bit and she realized that it was not my hand on her ass. I did my best to keep from smiling and said that I just had my arms. As I turned that slow circle again I thought I saw a light flicker through the trees. I waited. There it was again! I headed for the only sign of civilization I had seen since I left my car. As I trudged through the snow and ice, my shoes became swamped and eventually were sucked from my feet. I continued on with staid determination. A light meant people and people meant rescue. My feet ached with cold and injury from objects on the forest floor, but I continued forward toward that light which. "Tell me this is all a mistake." Sorry, Loo," replied Andy. "No mistake. This is number eight. It's the same M.O. as your guy. Crime scene's identical. Genitals gone, internal organs gone, body naked, no real signs of a struggle, no incisions except at the ... uh ... crotch."Ostand winced. "The Deputy Mayor," he said softly, shaking his head. "The fucking Deputy Mayor is vic number eight. As soon as the press gets hold of this, the whole thing's gonna come out. And what do we have for suspects?.