She leaned forward and giggled as some of the remaining soap teased her toes. 'The toes are such a sensitive spot to lick and stroke' Phil's voice int...ned somewhere in her memory. Her eyes closed as she stroked her feet and toes, scooting back a bit she felt the shampoo bottle nestle between her ass cheeks. She wriggled teasingly against it. Her hands glided up her legs and she asked aloud, "Do you like my fresh clean legs?" She didn't really expect an answer, but at just that moment a dollop. I pulled an old pair of jeans from my closet as well as a leather denim-look jacket. Gave him one of my baseball caps and put on a spiked wrist band on his right arm. Signaling Dillon was a bottom. Before he dressed, I put a metal-studded leather cockstrap around his cock and balls.We drank a few more beers together before I send him home."I had fun Dil ... But now it's time to get to bed. We have to go to work tomorrow.", I said as I handed him his glasses.When he walked into the hallway,. I didn't respond aloud, only with the lowering of my head and sudden guilty look splashing my face."Mi sol," Ace reached out and took both of my hands in his. "You saved my life. When you saw me go down, you tried to protect all of us. If you weren't sitting there, I don't think either of us would be sitting here these months later. Why would you keep that from me? Why must I hear that from a police officer?" I didn't want you to feel pressure into owing me or thanking me. You already found out. ’ ‘You gave it some thought, then, method and instrument. Got it all figured out.’ Wendy looked at the floor. ‘Yes, Dr. Burnside. I’ve been thinking about it.’ Burnside stood up. ‘You’re thinking about cutting your throat with a Swiss Army knife. How nice! How fucking selfish of you! Did you ever give it any thought as to what that might do to Amy or your photographer friend, if they found you dead with your throat cut? Or to your parents, if they had to see you in the morgue with a big, bloody.