To accomplish this she had recruited and hired two investigators who worked independently of each other. Mike Harmon with the most experience was seni...r and was usually handed the most difficult backlogged cold cases.Harmon had done a stint in the Marine Corps when he finished high school. During the last two years of his tour he had served on the Presidential protection detail at San Clementi. Mike's father had served as the Fire Chief of Tempe, Arizona for 35 years.Inspired by his father's. But if I didn’t use the safe-word…. If I didn’t use the safe word then I could pretend it was Kevin. Or I could pretend that I was pretending that it wasn’t Kevin; I was too confused and too horny to even think straight. All I knew for sure was that I had never been so frightened in my life, and even so I was about thirty seconds away from an orgasm of such intensity that it might be life-threatening. “Oh my God! Please don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me!” I could hear the waver in my own. Laying back down with a sigh, she said. "I definitely owe you a tip, Alan." She murmured as he dried her tail. He pulled his tunic over his head, as well, but neglected his loincloth.Soon she was dry enough, and she slipped off the table and put her robe on. "Come with me." She purred and led him to her room. She walked in and gestured him to follow.She dug into her stash of belongings, coming out with a parchment, quill, and ink. She popped the cap on the ink and began to scribble on the. James picked up the candle, the flame encircled in a pool of warm wax. He looked at her and smiled. “It is a massage candle,” he commented, noticing her questioning glances. Amy felt the warmth of the flame near her breasts. The flames made her breasts look golden in the dancing light. She quivered in anticipation as he dripped some warm massage oil onto her breasts. “Oh fuck!” she cried, her body shook as the warm oil rolled over her sensitive nipples. He was driving her crazy and enjoying.