The killer had actually watched Rebecca working with the local authorities. Street had turned up in an empty house across the street from her home and...Rebecca's interview with her had turned up some interesting information.Elizabeth Street was the only person who knew about my abilities that I had not actually told myself. Through methods I'd rather not go into her, I managed to get a copy of Rebecca's top-ten list. The ten girls that, based on the profile we had put together, were the most. When we got back home Artemis told me to keep wearing the strap-on but take all the rest of my clothes off. Meanwhile, she went into her bedroom to change. A few minutes later, Artemis came back out to the living room wearing her full wedding dress. She lifted it up and she wasn't wearing anything beneath it.Artemis told me, "What i want to do is give orders to the gay guys to do different sex acts while you fuck my pussy from behind me with your strap-on."When the gay guys arrived, they didn't. Unless you work on Saturdays?" "I'll be here early." "Good, then I might arrive early," I said, smiling. We spent most of the next day together, getting to know each other and discussing generalities. She was a genuinely soft and gentle person, with a deferring manner that I was quick to adore. There was little to dislike about her. Twenty-seven years of age. University educated. Five years experience in the marketing field. A realistic view of relationships and marriage. Our needs and wants. I lay on her unable to budge, my deflated cock still deep in her pussy, both of us gasping desperately for air.The rain was pounding on the roof of the barn as we lay there. Finally, I lifted my head and looked at her beneath me. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other. We didn’t speak, both of us gasping and panting trying to catch our breath and comprehend what had just happened.“Do you think your grandparents heard us?” I asked.“Nah! They wouldn’t hear us with this heavy rain and they.