She even knew why. The FBI had profiled the man extensively before his death. After he had converted to Christianity he had been among the most cooper...tive of their subjects. He had spent hundreds of hours talking with the team about why he committed his crimes, how he chose his victims. It was all there. And none of it mattered. None of it made any difference. Her mother was still dead. She had still grown up never knowing the woman. Her father had died under the cloud of suspicion. And her?. At half time, everybody scattered to hit the bathroom or get a drink and snacks. I playfully mentioned to Brad that I thought his friends liked what I was wearing and he said, "They all think you are the hottest thing they have ever seen me with. What do you think about them?" It seemed like an odd question but I answered truthfully and said, "All of your friends are gorgeous. I got the hottest one though!" Brad looked me in the eyes and asked, "If I wasn't with you, who would you like to. I'm going to keep an eye out for her, she's definitelygetting introduced to my cock!" says his friend.Hastily I start pulling my clothes back on.As I do, I bump my phone off the side of the toilet paper dispenser andit falls to the ground with a clatter."Oh, someone's in the shitter," the first guy says. "Just hanging out,not shitting or anything." Hope you're not some kind of fag!" the other says, pushing the dooropen, while I'm stuck with my clothes over top of my head, my bare. "Did you just..."Interrupting, she said, "Give Lamar some road head? You bet. He's so delicious."She walked around the couch, sat in my lap and started to undress. She opened her blouse, exposing her braless chest. She was covered in hickeys."Babe, did he mark you each time he fucked you?" Seems like it." Are you okay?" Better than okay, Jack. Let me tell you all about it." she said getting up to finish getting undressed.Standing before me in pink lace panties, she began to get me undressed as.