“Whatʼs in her mouth?” asked Linda.
“A dildo. Largest one Iʼve ever seen. Itʼs possible she could have choked to death on it before he used...the limb. Iʼll know more when I get her back to the office.”“Anything else?”“Well itʼs hard to tell with that vibrator down her throat but her eyes tell me she was scared out of her mind when she died.”“Just like the first one.”“Yeah. Heʼs used some new toys on her but Iʼd bet the farm itʼs the same guy.”“So we have a serial killer,” said Brad.“That would. I may be wrong ... Kitten may be wrong too, but I don't think so. Ask her, Dad, and don't leave it too long."As we lay in bed together that night, I thought about how right she felt in my arms. I fell asleep wondering how to broach the subject of our future (if any) with her.Saturday dawned bright. I made a couple of phone calls and found a hotel in Felixstowe with some vacancies, though I had to settle for two twin rooms. We drove to Woodbridge, but instead of stopping in the town we carried. She closed the door gently and then gasped as she was pinned up against the wall by Dr. Ross, feeling how excited he was for her. She kissed him passionately as her hands unzipped his trousers and her right hand went inside and began to move up and down the shaft of his big hard cock. "Wow, you're a big boy, aren't you?" she said in a low and seductive voice. The corners of her mouth turned up into a wicked smile as she got down on her knees and took Dr. Ross' cock into her mouth and began. The pile of fabric lies on its ankles in a smooth motion. His tight white shorts do not hide anything. His dick lies to the right and is big and fat. I crawl on my knees and pull the elastic forward without hesitation. The smell of a days fresh sweat comes to me. Lisandro falls on his back and I take his cock in my mouth. He must be horny for a while. I lick the bitter-sweat precum of his purple glans. I squeeze my arm and it hurts. I am awake, I am not dreaming, I am not fantasizing. When I.