I was deep into my pity party when Catherine appeared beside me. "My bosses tell me that the arson murders were committed by a scorned lover, who kill...d everyone that he believed contributed to the collapse of his relationship. He's been arrested and gave specific details that would not have been available to anyone that wasn't involved. The bodies have been identified, and the story is that his girlfriend was a realtor. She knew the house was vacant and partially furnished, so she was sneaking. I picked up Becky's legs and placed them over my shoulders. I brought my knees in towards her so they were level with her hips. I leaned over her causing her groin to lift off the bed, meaning I could thrust almost straight down into her. I picked up my pace until I was hammering myself into her with speed and ferocity. Maybe I could fuck away the doubts I had. I could hear the juices inside Becky's cunt slurping against the constant intrusion of my cock. Her panting had now turned into deep. “Swallow it”, I demanded.A steady stream of tears began to flow down her cheeks when I heard an audible “gulp”.She had a look of sheer disgust on her face.“That wasn’t so bad now, was it”?, I asked. She looked pissed but scared.I kissed her gently on the lips and whispered, “This makes me happy. Thank you”.Like an obedient sex slave, I received no further reluctance. I lifted her sundress, took off her panties and sat her on my cock. As she sat on my lap, I slowly fucked her while she sucked. She wore the kind of makeup that doesn't really look like makeup. And worst of all, she never smiled. She wouldn't give a guy the time of day if he tried to hit on her, I bet. Maybe because she was married and I knew she'd never cheat on my dad, but I figured she just loved being a banker. When she went to bed at night, she took her briefcase with her. Seriously.Ding-dong ... The doorbell rang and for just a second there I thought maybe one of my girlfriends had come over. Or maybe two of them,.