She was tall and slim, with salt-and-pepper hair trimmed short. Although in smart-casual civilian clothes, she carried herself with an air of confiden...e and authority. "Might I join you?" she asked as Alex stood at her approach. He nodded; "Certainly Ma'am. Pleased to have your company." Then, once she'd placed her unappetising ham salad on the table and sat, "May I introduce my wife, Zoe?" Delighted to meet you, Missus Smith." Then looking from one to the other, "My congratulations to the both. One of her gloved hands go to his mouth, silencing him. “Don’t,” she growls, trying to make her voice sound menacingly, as she shoves him back. Grace’s booted foot kicks out behind her, slamming the door shut. “Living room,” she orders, pushing him back with her other gloved hand on his chest. Ryder’s eyes scan up and down the woman, clad very sexily. God who is she, he wonders. His cock involuntarily starts to swell as his eyes room up from the knee high leather boots, across her fishnet. " W... what kind?" You know, Candy. When you use your sissy mouth on my pussy." B... but you had s... s... s..." Sex. With Chuck. I had his supersized cock all up inside me. And nowyou'll be putting your tongue where he had his bone." Th... that's... awful." Well, at least I cleaned out all of his salty slimy spunk." She waiteduntil my face registered a modicum of relief before she self-corrected,"Oh, wait. I actually DIDN'T clean up after. I'm full of his cream.It's on the insides of my. Everyone at Scotland Yard knew Inspector Edward Bard. As the ChiefConstable of the City of Chelmsford he had famously or infamously letthe serial rapist-killer known as the Essex Slasher escape justice. Thebungled investigation had been exposed by Ruffe Ingersoll, aninvestigative journalist working for The Daily Sun newspaper.After the Chelmsford balls-up Walter Middleton, the Essex Slasher, hadmoved with his wife to Scotland and before long he taken up where hehad left off but was caught red.