Several days went by and Sara failed to log on, it was obvious she was busy but that did not prevent me becoming frustrated by the wait and inactivity... It was Friday morning before she responded…”Mr Spanner you are a naughty man, you’re mind intrigues me and my Clit does need to feel your tongue again”…”meet me” the following message had me flying….I organised a hotel near to Manchester, it would be easy to explain to my wife that work required me to spend some time at the other site, Friday. That was his bond, protecting me. He would be returned to his car. Neither of us trusted the other, the terms made that clear. He was committing a crime, but in exchange he had a chance to question the men without involving his team, in an enhanced state, and I would dispose of the bodies. Plus, of course, his wife was safe in my care, with the woman I called my mother. I gave him every chance to back out before we got to the prison. He replied that he became committed when he killed the. "Hold on" I went to the kitchen and looked around till I found some cookingoil.I went back and put some oil on his ass, then I started rubbing his ass withmy hand and slipped a finger in, and he moaned as it slipped in, I worked itnice and slow and when I thought I had opened him up enough I slipped asecond finger in. He loved it, so I pulled my fingers out, got behind himand oiled my cock.I pulled his ass to my cock, I told him to reach from behind and spread hisass for me> Tom's hole looked. Papa, you do remember you died in this house, do you not? I spent two days alone with you in this house before Madame came for me. Have you truly forgotten how lost and alone I was?" She shook her head sorrowfully. "You can no longer truly be my Papa. You really are the Angel of Music now." Yes, child, I can only vaguely remember those times now. I am sorry if I cause you distress, but I know no other way to fulfill my promise to you. The world needs you to hear the music once again. The world.