Peterson Sr. then begrudgingly gave me his assurance that I would have a full report within several days on Mr.Greg Sands. The second part of the ques...ion to answer was more difficult. I just shrugged my shoulders and said I couldn’t provide any insight as to why Sandman was doing this. I secretly believed this was a twisted way of Sandman thanking me for fucking my wife. I sat with Doug for an hour while we waited for his father’s people to collect him. Doug didn’t want any more information he. Gliding from her lips to her neck, she let's out a sigh. His warm tongue caressing the side of Her neck gets her going even more. His masculine hands brushing the back of her neck, up to Pulling the back of her hair. Her body filled with excitement, she slowly reaches her hands to his Belt and begins to unbuckle it and pulls it off. Unfastening his pants and zipper,she can feel his Erection before sliding them off. Without any control she is pulling up his shirt over his head and Drop it onto. Yes, I got what I needed for now. “Thank you, Paul. That was amazing,” I said as I stood. “Boss Man, I should thank you for that wonderful blow job, Sir,” he said. “You’re welcome, Paul, but remember, I still want more,” I said as I walk away and gathered my things for home. Next time I’ll take what I want, I thought with a smile as I headed out into the night. Two weeks after that wonderful sweet cum drink from Paul, I had no opportunity to seduce him further. The office was hit with a. She remembered the very first such call she'd made with Mick Buller to tell a lady, Valerie Collins was her name, that her 23 year old son had died in a motorcycle accident. Her attitude had Rick Conlon stumped. Mrs. Collins took the news as if they'd just told her that they'd found her stolen car. She nodded, walked back into the house, offered both men a cup of tea and a scone. When Buller told her, as diplomatically as possible, that she was needed to identify the body she simply nodded,.