Back down to my neck and shoulders. Slowly, he massaged down each arm, down to my palms, over my fingers. If he thought any of this was going to make ...e leave this spot until he lacked the energy to continue, he was deluded. He worked his way up my arms to my shoulders and then he started on my back. In order to get adequate pressure, he was forced to press me hard against his chest. I trusted his motives and didn’t intervene. As if. I don’t know how many times he worked over my back. It’s not. I looked through all the local offerings and you wouldn’t believe who I discovered.”“I wouldn’t have a clue. I’m a happily married man.”“Good for you, Rick. Anyway, do you remember that tall redhead with the big boobs you had a thing for back in college? The one that wouldn’t give you the time of day?”“Yes… I remember her very well.”“You might be interested to know she’s on Ashley Madison. I sent her an invitation to meet me for a little extra curricular fun.” He grinned.“Oh? How can you be. Were not blood, not family, and your not my mom. Plus every woman is entitled to a man that can satisfy her and since that other man cant I will. So your my bitch, got it? And above all, were not done yet. I shift position from cowgirl to missionary and continue to ram her wet cunt. When Im done with you, youll be so sore down there, you wont be able to walk properly for a few days. Please, Ive came once already. Thats enough. She says in terror. So selfish, I havent cum yet. Once I say that,. “For one thing...” Rustlin says, trying to keep the smile off his face. He’s a man that enjoys the limelight, and the more he is in it, the better for him. “She was murdered on what the investigators believe to be Friday evening.”“Now you keep saying murdered,” Angela points out. Her face contorts into a frown of disgust. “I take it that this wasn’t some random crime like a burglary or something.”“Yes, murdered,” Rustlin says with a curt nod. “And no, this wasn’t some random burglary, this was.