She hadn't told me she loved me though.I began to wonder if it even mattered. Everything seemed so perfect except for that. I suppose that was my answ...r. That was the one thing that could have taken us through the very stratosphere of emotional and sexual fulfillment, but she had held back. Why? What did it mean?I pondered this as we came back down to earth, floating weightlessly back into the here and now. Our panting had slowed to deep sighing, and our trembling had stilled to occasional. Almost instantly I began to feel both excited and relaxed yet wide awake. I was lead into the living room where Mistress had me kneel at her feet while she sat in a large wooden chair with red velvet padding. I followed her instructions to un do the harness lean forward and while kissing her feet removed the Butt plug for inspection. Since I had be wearing it for several hours while driving it was dirty, and I was promptly spanked for allowing it to be that way. I was fitted with a locking. ”“We have a few leads,” admitted Cook as he took a pull on his fresh brew. “We think Robinson was romantically involved with an unknown woman, or women.”“No shit?” I exclaimed. “I guess you found some strange perfume, or a stray pussy hair at the scene, or even some lipstick on his dick? His lover shot him in a jealous rage?”“Hardly,” chuckled Cook before he once again chugged his beer and tossed the empty bottle into the recycle bin. “We found a very short clip on his laptop. I’ll be looking. Their hearts were both pumping faster than his cock. It barely seemed natural, but in time, Lace arched her spine and cried out long and husky, her elegant body tensing as the walls of her core threatened to cave in around the lazy piston of his cock. Even his own body was screaming to explode. Screaming to rear back and fuck his muscles beyond their own endurance. Suddenly, Fallon gave one, hard, final lunge, his own spine arching, too, as the hot rush of cum coursed from his body into hers. .