All he'd said was that Mitch had done the right thing by leaving the bullet embedded in the radio. They'd collected paint scrapings off the front righ... fender. It was obvious this was about what Kris had remembered and that Mitch had told Harper about."So how come you guys are involved, instead of NYPD?" Mitch had asked the closed-mouth FBI man. "Where's Detective Harper?" He's not on the case anymore," said Jefferson, who then ignored Mitch.That lasted another half hour, before the male crime. ” Cassie un-hooked the chain from the floor while Melina guided me to my feet. Then I was taken through the door in front of me into the room beyond. Positioned in the centre was a low construction the size of a double bed with a padded leather base and a wooden post at each corner. Each post had a D ring through which ran an adjustable leather strap attached to wrist and ankle cuffs, which could be secured by a small padlock. Around the walls were various chains, rings and other points of. Mistress held my leash high, stretching my neck and discouraging me from collapsing in a heap on the floor. After long minutes of savaging my butt he pulled my head toward his pulsing prick and I opened my mouth to accept his jet-like jets of gism. When he finally finished spurting, he told me, “Clean it, cunt, clean your ass off my cock!” With leaking eyes and trembling body I complied.Assaults from Master’s bountiful boner continued through the hours, alternating with sessions of torturous. Her taught nipples anxiously poked me as I cupped her breast seeking out her hard nipple. Sara had moved behind me, rubbing and hugging me. Chris and I continued feeling each other, kissing, there were hands everywhere. Then I lost my breath. Somewhere in the mix, Sara had slid down my body. Evidence of her arousal ran along my leg and she had just taken my hardening cock deep into her mouth. She began sucking and I was finding it harder and harder to stand. The girl was working me over in a.