Beth watched us intently, amused but hungry for her turn.Again, I approached orgasm, made quicker by Amanda’s ecstatic gasping and grunting. I reach...d under her to massage one jiggling boob and leaned over to nip and lick at her neck and shoulders, growling and grunting like the brute she wanted me to be.Amanda pushed back once, gave a strangled cry, then froze as orgasm swept through her. Her contractions threatened to set me off too, but I stayed in control.Fucking Amanda was one thing, but. Her cunt was now full of at least two fingers and she could hear how sloppy she was; she wanted the cock inside of her and she wanted the fingers to go deeper, she was sucking harder and with more vigour now. Her moaning was interrupted when she stuffed her mouth with his massive cock and started to lose her mind; she just wanted more.She spread her legs as wide as she could and wanted more inside of her, she wanted to take the cock and was hitting her peak as her father’s hand came around her. She pressed a speculative finger into the royal blue velour of the near seat. It was expensively padded and soft. It would be, she knew. Jason Benson could afford the best and it made him feel important to prove his worth to anyone... even to whomever shared the seats of this barbaric stage. That's what it was, she was certain. What else could it be? She looked about carefully. Perhaps there was a clue to its use. The walls were subtly toned in shades of blue. Well appointed light fixtures,. .. Yeah. Call me. Yeah... g'bye." Mr. Ferguson? I'm Chief Deputy Sheriff Samuel Wicks." Sheriff?... I talked to the city cops last night. Do you know something?" Mr. Ferguson, what is your friend's name? How old is she?" It's Emma. Majeski. I think she's 31. Mr. Wicks, do you know something?" Ferguson was instantly alarmed."I have to show you a photograph, Mr. Ferguson. It's unpleasant, but if it isn't your friend, we'll save us both a lot of time. This is a photograph of a dead woman,.