She was at the door, waiting. “Come on in and shut the door”, she said, as I parked my bicycle. I went it, closed and locked the main door, as she...went behind and locked the kitchen door and windows. “Come upstairs”, she said excitedly. I followed her up, to the guestroom. And there, with a flourish, she pointed to the bed. On the bed was a brand new “Kerala saree”. If you haven’t seen a Kerala saree, it’s a traditional, off-white saree with a thick golden border (please Google it). With it, on. Jamison only updated the files weekly. So the prick still had something to deal. That must have been his thinking. He had planned that it would be about the kiddie prostitution and maybe porn, but he never planned on murder.Accessory after the fact of murder was going to be quite an incentive to talk his head off. If he chose not to do so, he would never again see the light of day. Not only would he be going inside, but he would be going inside as a kiddie pimp. Life would be a bitch for him,. When he was done, he pulled out telling me not to move as he wanted to see his cum drip out of my gaped asshole. When he was satisfied, he let me go for a swim to clean up. I took a much longer swim than normal, trying to squeeze as much cum out of my ass as I could.When I did come out of the water, he looked at me smiling and insisted we go for a walk so he could show me around the lake. When I went to get my dress, he told me not to bother. He wanted me naked even though he had already. He swung his legs round and stood up; the expected nausea did not happen. He rubbed the side of his forehead, noting that he hadn't suffered any pain or headaches since she had arrived either. He took a few tentative steps before he had to grip a chair for support. He sighed; he needed some breakfast and a cup of tea. He released his grip on the chair and walked through. The kitchen was neat and tidy. He checked the cupboards and found everything in its place. "Well she has been busy!" He made.