Then, suddenly, I feel your hand on my head. “How is my baby girl?” Your eyes are soft and warm as they look deep into mine, and I smile back, see...ng you are proud of me. “Very good, Sir,” I say quietly, glancing up at the couple that is up at the podium at this point in time. I feel your hand slide under my jaw, slowly turning my head back so that I am looking at you again, a smile on your face. “You just can’t stop watching, can you, baby?” You ask softly, leaning in to kiss me on the. “ Oh no,” she said. “Fuck you.” “ He fucked me already,” I said. “He fucked me in the car.” “ No he didn't,” she said. “You're a terrible liar. He would have told me if he did. He didn't even put his fingers in you.” “ Let me go,” I said. “ When I'm done with you,” she said. “Or, like I said, I can call your dad to come get you. Show him what you do in your spare time, fucking other women's husbands.” “ I'll tell him you kidnapped me. Both of you will go to prison.” “ Nope,” she said.. "Nail polish;" reiterated the Chief Constable "the back room boys did a quick and dirty analysis and that's what they are saying. They wont go official until the definitives are done but they are betting on nail polish." Would you expand on that?" the Prosecutor demanded sourly."Microscopic examination of the wounds and scrapings from the scratches of the three corpses reveal only nail polish — an exotic and expensive brand, I admit, but non toxic. And if that stuff is toxic we should have lost. Beth told me to "Scoot over because Sally needs some cock". Sally's pussy must have been on fire as she was physically shaking even before she got on top of me and slowly lowered her pussy over my cock. Sally's orgasms reminded me of my mother's old washing machine on spin cycle as the powerful vibrations seem to shake the entire room. The orgasms kept coming until she finally collapsed on top of me. My cock remained buried completely inside her as Sally tried to catch her breath. My cock head.