He stood, dressing as Desiree was panting on the bed. That was wonderful, baby. She said. A little rough, but I came so hard, Alex. Michael took a min...te to look over his handiwork. Desiree was covered in sweat, her breasts had large red marks from his hands and her inner thighs and cunt were bright red from the pounding they had just received. He turned to leave, and remembered the camera he had seen. He grabbed it, snapping a few pictures of Desiree as she turned her head towards the sound.. The sweet smell of batter brought me back. She was already coming down the stairs. I scurried around putting everything on the table.I heard her walk to the living room and open the door. In a few seconds she appeared in the kitchen and sat down heavily on table.I smiled at her. My mother was 49 and her body had acquired matronly proportions you would expect from a woman her age. Her face was round with big beautiful brown eyes that looked wonderful with her dark hair, small pretty nose and. "No, it is true. I can feel it, I feel his blood on my hands, on my body."I cried now too. I touched her face, she was freezing.I turned the heat up and began undressing her. she looked up at me. "What are you doing?" I'm undressing you and I'm going to wash you so that so called blood is off your body." She didn't stop me.I took of her shoes, her top, her socks and pants.Then I took a deep breath and took of her bra and panties.I took soap and a washcloth and got behind her.I spread my legs. It all worked exactly as I expected. Klavenko called the day after and made an appointment to see me. Gabrielle, perfect as always, took all the data about the man, as usual, as if she was collecting it to send it to our investigation agency. Something we use to do before employing someone.Two hours before the time appointed to our job interview I was already waiting on the corner of the street in a black van with my friend Roy. He was an old friend that, when I rose up to power, to richness, I.