Going quickly to sleep, I rolled over on my bolster and wiggled and squirmed hard against it. That night I had some of the most erotic dreams I have e...er had, because now there was a voice added. By morning it was so slippery and wet that my thighs were a mess with my own cum. That day I went out and purchased a speakerphone so I could keep both hands free if he called again. It was the top of the line and could pick up any sound in the room. The next evening I anxiously waited for midnight to. She died of an overdose a few years ago now. I don’t miss her. But Danny ... Danny looked after me. He was everything a daddy should be, but I knew he wasn’t my daddy ... And when I was old enough I wanted to treat him as nicely as he treated me. On my 18th birthday I got into his bed with him and gave him a blowie ... And we’ve been together like that ever since.”Can you tell us why we’re here today?“I always told Danny that I would do anything for him. Absolutely anything. So anytime he asks. Her head rolled limply, her mind reeling between pain and unheard screams. Horror and pain fought for and exchanged supremacy. The heat from his hands, so intense it almost burned, was a shock to her cold skin. His grip tightened and he moved her head so the Detective could see where her neck was broken. She couldn't decide which was worse, the pain it caused or the sound of her shattered bones grinding wetly into each other and traveling through her skull. The Detective looked on, making some. He moved forward, guiding the head of his cock onto my pussy lips. I tensed a little as I watched his knob disappearing inside me, forcing my lips open. I’d expected him to push it into me quickly but as he’d normally do, it was a controlled entry until fully inside, pausing for a few seconds, my legs wrapping around him as he looked into my eyes. That was enough of a sign for him, placing his hands either side of me, starting to move in and out, slow long movements and increasing pace quickly..