I’d decided some research on General Hollister was needed. What was he into that was worth killing for? Callie had been no help, knowing little abou... his duties in the armed forces.So here we were, sitting side by side at microfilm machines scrolling through newspapers for any mention of her father. It was tedious and boring, but an Internet search had revealed surprisingly few details of his career.Tension from hunching over built in my shoulders. General Hollister had risen through the ranks. "Always have, ever since the first day in your class."Stacey added, "You're smart and classy. I don't go after girls who don't meet those two criteria." Then she looked at Laura, which caused her girl to blush. "You need to get your shit together, and drop your dick." Girls," I spoke up, "my husband's not a bad sort. It's not his fault I'm queer." What the fuck does that have to do with a goddam thing? It isn't what we are talking about. I don't care if he is fucking Jesus Christ himself. I. I sat on the sofa and she brought water for me. She sat next to me on the sofa. She asked me, “will you speak the truth”.I said, “I always speak the truth”. She said she wanted some straight answers from me and is it okay with me. I said “it’s fine with me. But what is the matter?”She said, “what were you doing that day with my mother?” I was startled and said “when?” she said “three days before, in the morning”. So she had seen us. I said “nothing. We were chatting and you were not her that. I feel everything. I then notice Raffaele reaching for another toy on the table – it is large clear blue conical shaped, ribbed dildo. He lubes it up and slowly slides it into me and starts moving very rhythmically. I feel pressure and some discomfort but no pain. Suddenly Raffaele pulls the dildo out of me and edges forward with his now condom covered cock, like I said I am aware but helpless; he lubes himself then slides into me slowly. I feel a lot of pressure then pain, it hurts but the.