Diane was now laying on top of my hood, with her breasts padding her. She looked at me with a lustful gaze. I continued to watch as the office worked ...is fingers in and out of her hole and Diane twitched against my car. I saw the orgasm rack her body and then she went limp, relaxing and laying her head on the hood of the car. The deputy left my wife laying on the hood and walked over to my window. "Do you know why I stopped you tonight?" "To grope my wife?" I offered as a smartass handing. " I nodded. "Yes, it is violent. But there is violence in the world. A gun like this one might be used in a robbery. Or it might be used to stop one. We are taught that violence is the way of the West. Thousands of Americans are killed by guns every year." I looked at the drawing again. "But just as many Japanese kill themselves with kitchen knives. Did you know that? They kill each other but we kill ourselves." People who do that are weak."I nodded. It was a very Japanese belief. "Maybe. Or. His eye again moved away from the hole and I paused briefly a bit disappointed he was no longer watching me and heard no sound at all. “Did he leave?” I thought. “Is he waiting for something?” I just didn’t know so I move back towards the hole and peeked. He was taking off his boxers and I stared briefly at his cute little ass and then he turned towards me and began shaking his cock at me like a male dancer. A huge smile appeared my face and I began to relax a bit. He was dancing for me! His. She simply refused to sit and cry over her situation. ‘Mr. Visconti?’ Leigh had been in the same room since she was brought in by Gino, who had left shortly after she finished the conversation with Salvatore. Now, she was staring out of the window that faced the bay, deliberating if she should phone Damien or not. ‘Phoning your detective will only complicate things.’ Leigh gasped startled by Gino’s smoky voice. She turned around to face him. ‘I beg your pardon?’ ‘Come on, it’s clear you want.