That would be a crime in itself." You have two options. The first option is what I should do anyway. That option is for me to call the police and HRS ...nd turn all of my evidence over to them. You will never see Susan or Natalie again and you and Eddie will probably spend the rest of your natural lives in prison. If you have a first rate lawyer, not a public defender, you may escape with only 30 years. Eddie, however, will probably get life imprisonment. You probably won't have to worry about. Chris glanced back at the lockeddoor behind him one last time and then, sighing, set off cautiouslydown the hall.The pattern of pipes grew denser and more complicated as he went; itseemed he was heading into the heart of the building as he followedthe corridor.After a few minutes walk snaking deeper and deeper into the building,the hall suddenly terminated at a dead end, leaving Chris face-to-face with a sturdy metal ladder leading up the cinder-block wallahead of him and out of sight. Peering. I tried to wriggle, but couldn’t escape his grasp. I whimpered and he smiled. He moved his hips and slid himself along my sensitized pussy, wetting his cock. He did this until I couldn’t take it any more. “Please, Alex…” I begged, my voice strained. It had been almost a week and I needed him to fill me. He pulled back, his grip still inescapable, and nudged my opening with the tip of his shaft. “Tell me what you want, babe,” he said, as he teased me more. “Fuck me,” I whispered, trying to. When I got home, there was a note from Mom telling me she knew I was getting out early and she had gone to the store for supplies in case the ice storm was bad. She wanted me to shovel the driveway, so there went my jacking time while she was out of the house. There was about 3 inches in the driveway and it took me an hour and half. Just as I got ready to go in the house, Mom pulled up and I helped her in with the bags of groceries. We put them all away as we listened to the TV about the.