It didn’t take her long to climax and I once again sat at her feet once she pushed me off. I felt wetness in my crotch; the wires and teeth on the ...evice must have cut into me. I couldn’t check. After an hour or so sitting at her feet, I was ordered back to standby. Catherine had seemed so nice at first and now I was in absolute terror of her. She made a couple of phone calls; then she left. She moved so fast, I barely had time to fall to my knees and certainly wasn’t able to help her or. You'll understand my ultimate revenge in due time," I promised."What the hell were the questions you just answered 'no' to," asked the perplexed detective as he fiddled with his recorder to replay his previous questions."So, are you saying that you didn't murder Robert Morgan? Or are you saying that you didn't murder him for revenge?" asked Cook after listening to his queries. "I can answer 'yes' to those questions," I replied."Goddamn it!" growled Cook. "I have to remember to ask one question. "She took her shirt off, revealing a black silk bra, and my cock very quickly expanded to full size. My sister had put on a few pounds, but that didn't matter; she still looked beautiful to me. She then slid off her jeans, revealing a pair of plain black panties. Following her lead, I took my shirt off. I'm a little paunchy myself, but I don't think this bothers her. We then wrapped our arms around each other, and continued kissing, this time more lustfully, with our tongues writhing together.. " John has a phone ... you could call," Jack said."Would you happen to know it?" Now he was starting to notice Sultry."Sultry?" It's xxx-yyy-zz- 1962," she smiled at the fella. "That's my number, I'm his housekeeper. I get him for you. He doesn't give his number out."He stuck his head in Jack's window so he could get a better look, "My ... you are a little darling ... maybe I could come see you and forget all about the shed. I'd love to park my dong in your..."Jack grabbed the guy by the neck.