’ Hoffman wound his window closed and quickly started the car, moving it out into the traffic. David was not expecting a lift home. ‘Where are we ...oing?’ he asked. Hoffman remained silent. ‘I’m not staying at the manor. You don’t know where my cottage is.’ Still Hoffman remained silent, concentrating on his driving. ‘Nasty job,’ the police officer said to his colleague, as he looked up at the bridge. His colleague looked up and watched the suspended body hanging by the neck from the bridge’s. That accomplice being me. Now when I heard the detective say this I was quite angry because I thought it should occur to the detective and later everyone else that the reason why my wife was vague in her answers and not forthcoming from the beginning was because as a rule we and others in the swingers’ lifestyle do not like to publicize our private lives. We do not like to talk about what we do behind closed doors. When Debbie was confronted with two detectives walking into her place of work. Susanne, 22 Jahre, so 1,75m groß, mit langen Beinen, kleinem Knackarsch und festen stehenden Brüsten 80C, mittellange brünette Haare und grünen Augen. Ihre Eltern lebten in der Nähe von Marburg also nicht weit von Frankfurt und es war klar das wir sie öfter besuchten. Ganz besonders angenehm war es im Sommer, weil ihre Eltern auf dem Lande lebten, mit einem großem Garten. Es war im August und Frankfurt klebte richtig vor Hitze. Da ich noch im Büro bleiben mußte, fuhr Susanne schon früher raus. You stand in what seems to be our own little universe and I reach out a hand to touch you my soft fragile hands to your large strong ones and we both marvel at the reality of it. “Cassidy” you say softly a smile cracking through your lips the.You whisper again "kitten" and my knees tremble "yes Master" I reply and that's when I can't stand it and I crash into your arms giving into my weakness and I hug you and kiss you softly as our lips meet it's like waves crashing down shattered glass upon.