Moving towards it, I stopped for a second to make sure the cops weren't coming back. Then, picking it up from it's resting place on the chair, I opene... it up. Inside was a cell phone and a wallet, plus a key ring full of keys. Opening the wallet, I hit pay dirt: it was Katherine Heigl's. Whatever had made her leave the room had been important enough for her to leave incriminating evidence behind. Her mediocre driver's license photo smiled up at me as I closed the wallet and put it back into the. "The newcomer sneered and told him to follow her. He didn't move."Before I go anywhere, I want know what's going to go on," he told theperson in charge.Without a word being said, Eve took hold of his ear, lifted it up and hehad to get on tiptoes or have it pulled off."You obviously want to do this the hard way." Dawn told him as he wasdragged painfully out of her room, along the corridor and into anotherroom three doors down.That was only the start of his problems from the lessons at Miss. Her black lover Jerome had asked her to get it; in order to show his friends my sexy wife was his submissive white slut bitch for black men… My dick got hard as a rock just thinking of her belly with a spade tattoo. It would keep my wife’s pussy wetter, just knowing about all those black bastards that would fuck her regularly…Ana told me while she was getting the tattoo, she would wear her micro skirt while she had a butt plug in place. This would allow the tattoo artist to have a full view of. I looked aroundfor a bit then I heard a voice call out my name and turned to seesomeone coming towards me."Oh my God Beth! I am so glad you came!" she said as she gave me a hug.She took a step back and added. "You look fabulous!" I ah, thank you." You don't know who I am, do you? Its me, Karen." She must have seenfrom the confused look on my face that I still didn't know so shewhispered, "Kevin, your stock broker." Oh my God Kev, I mean Karen! You look fantastic! How long has it been?" It's.