They were being quiet but I could hear them fucking and breathing heavy. I licked my hand and started stroking my cock while they fucked. They were fi...ished before I was able to cum and I stopped stroking, laying perfectly still. I don't think I was even breathing I was so nervous of getting caught. The bathroom light came on and I could see her naked body standing in the doorway. She stood silhouetted in the darkness. She seemed to be looking over at me. Still, and standing in the doorway I. “Now, we can get down to some real fucking.” She removed the dildo and told me to lick up all the cum. As I did, she said, “put a pillow on the floor for your knees and bend over the bed.” Assuming the position, she got behind me, removed my butt plug, and lubed the dildo and my ass. Catherine slowly inserted the strap-on into me. Pausing to make sure she was fully in, she asked, “You ok”? I moaned, “Oh yes, please fuck me.” And she did, slow, long strokes. Every time she would go back so far. Grace and I hadn't been contacted or questioned."Was your investigation fruitful?" I asked."That avenue of our investigation is ongoing." Does that mean that so far you haven't found a specific victim you can point at as the bomber's target?" Over half of the victims had enemies, young man." I'm pressing you on this line of inquiry because after my interview with Ms. Campbell on television, I received an anonymous telephone call from someone who claimed that Julian Stewart was the bomber's. But I want to be. I need you, you are the only one who doesn't think I'm crazy and stays clear of me." Sorry to tell you, but you are crazy." He said it with a mocking smile, his gaze running down to her breasts and the hard nipples, enjoying the slight wiggle with each movement."Completely nuts, eh?" Completely." There was a time when you loved that about me." Still do." Well then, show me you're still that guy walking through minefields, getting shot at by snipers and raiders in an old Super.