An insurance policy on all executives. Perfect. I would become an insurance adjuster and pay a little visit to Mrs. Keane.People who pretend to be oth...r people have it a lot easier now than a few years ago. I surprised Lars once after handing him a business card for a bank that no longer exists. He hadn’t seen through my disguise as a banker. A quick search of the Internet this afternoon got me a logo for the American Insurance Company. I grabbed a photo from my private store of headshots in a. The plate lay against his crotch as if glued to it. Tight straps ran out, over his hips.He touched the panel with a finger, trying to get around it. The metal fitted snugly; he couldn’t get behind it; nor could he pull it down or remove it. There also was no room at all between his stubby penis and the edge of the opening. It held up the head and its exposed pink-stained slit.A rush of fear hit his chest.Something was terrible wrong. Except for his penis everything looked smooth and tight and. My tongue made contact with her asshole and I began to lick her immediately, circling my tongue around her tight hole until it had loosened up a bit and allowed me to thrust my tongue further inside her. I heard moans of pleasure from her as she rolled her hips pushing me further inside her ass. It was then I felt a hard wet object at my rear. I couldn’t turn to see, and even if I could I was still blindfolded making it a redundant thought. It was pushed through my already worked asshole and. Maybe she had an axe to grind. She didn’t see her mother as one of those clinging types, but she wasn’t sure. Suspicions were beginning to rise to the surface.Maureen asked her mother, “Do you know something I don’t?”Andrea answered her daughter’s question with another question, “You don’t remember much about your injuries do you?”Maureen was tired and getting a little irritable, “You know that mom. You and dad never brought it up. You guys said it didn’t matter. You said it happened when I was.