Every now and then he would catch me looking at him. I was glad when all the formal things were done. (Well, almost, anyway)Peter was deep in conversa...ion, I broke his train of thought with a kiss, and the look on his face was of surprise to say the least. Everyone was getting drunk, including Peter. I was glad that we decided to have the reception at the hotel so no one had to drive home. "I think it is getting time to cut the cake, honey," I said as I grabbed his hand and pulled him up.We cut. But surveillance tapes from both Commerce Bank locations showed two men, hooded and masked, dumping the bodies.Given the crushed hands aspect, it was hard to overlook the likelihood of Blenheim’s involvement. Whether Reynolds was the second asshole was still very much a question.Daddy figured Reynolds had made the police stakeout, so he executed the search warrant at 5 AM Sunday morning.It was, as Granny would say, if I had a Granny, a doozy.I later saw photos and the media ran with the videos. ’ ‘Great. Here’s what I want. Yesterday you wanted me to worship your cock. Today, I want to use your whole body, Rene, every square inch of it. First I want you to strip for me, slow and sexy, but leave the stockings on.’ She sat me in a chair and went to her laptop. After looking around a bit, some music started playing and she stood in front of me and began to move, not raunchy, but very coy. She rubbed her hands over her body and showed off her curves. The dress came off and she writhed. As the man came up alongside us he askedif he could give us a lift home. We did have quite a long walk home so hesitantly, weagreed. The bloke led us to his car, his arm around myshoulders. I was glad of the lift home, after all theexcitement I’d had and a lift home seemed a niceinnocent way to end the night. We got to the car, he opened the passenger door forme; Mike was going to sit in the back on his own.Warning signal? As the guy drove, he stroked my legs at everyopportunity, told me.