”Her impromptu declaration caught me off guard. “Whispering Rope Bob, the con-artist?” I laughed to hide my distaste for the man. I never unders...ood the need to, and why an adult would give themselves a moniker.Chiara noticed the edge in my voice. “Yes,” she grinned. She was pleased with herself at successfully getting a rise out of me.“He’s a flake, Chiara.” The words came out harsher than I had wanted them to.“His approach to rope bondage isn’t sexual. Or, might I add, as perverted and. But then she thought about the way he'd been ignoring her. Why would he hurt her this way? She was going to wait until he could be honest with her and tell her if there was another woman in his life."I'm Amber Wilkinson, I need to see Gabriel Ramirez," Amber announced to the front desk receptionist."Yes, Mrs. Wilkinson, come on over here." Amber turned to see a tall black police officer talking to her."Are you Officer Danbury?" Yes I am. Now follow me I'll take you up to see your friend."Amber. "Come on, we'll go tell the others what happened." Tell the others!" Zane's eyes went wide.But it sounded like a good idea to me. "Yeah. And I want everyone to see the tape of the 'incident'. So what got you so worked up?"Zane turned deep red. "I want to do that. What Ian did." He swallowed hard and looked at the floor. "Actually, I want as many as will fit."I could see his dick bulging inside his pants - more than the thong justified - simply talking about it. "So if I could find a way to get. Inside was a picture of the target. She was a Latino teen. She had black hair and brown eyes. Her skin was that nice coppery tan that Latinas have. Her tits were big but not gigantic. Her husband would have been a lucky man. My cock grew as I knew I would be penetrating her tomorrow.I arrived at 10:00 the next morning at the vineyard. The party had already started. I knew I had to get to her before lunch. I walked off to the side of the building. A gang member sat beneath a tree with a shotgun.