The energy was so perfect in the club that it almost felt like I was home in New York. After about four hours of partying hard, we left the nightspot...and began heading back to my suite. In the Bentley, I had the music blaring and we were acting crazy like college students. We laughed about what we did in the club and the kiss we had on the beach. I loved the loud roar of Roci’s laughter. Damn, it sounded so sexy! In my suite, we relaxed on the white leather sofa, watching television. Roci. My Pussy! Finally, while standing behind you, nibbling on your neck and then moving to blow in your ear, my hands flow from over your shoulders, over your magnificent breasts, over your tight stomach and down your hips, before tracing their way up your thighs to just brush your pussy. The long awaited contact sends shivers through you body, you want more, and grind back into me again. Spinning you round, my hands find your ass. Squeezing gently, I sink to my knees, taking in the smell of you. ” Heather said.“If that’s what she wants.” I said.“The getting off part, sure, but I don’t want another boyfriend! I want your brother!” Amber exclaimed. “I always have!”Heather turned to Amber again.“Listen, I know we’re not friends, and you’d rather not do this, but I’m asking for your help. You’re taking everything my brother says at face value, but...” Heather started.Amber sighed.“But you can’t. I have to ask though, why me?” Amber asked.“Because you’re already devoted. And if it’s so easy. Scott himself was badly affected. Not only was it abhorrent to him that a young girl had been raped and murdered, the fact that he didn't know who was responsible was eating at him.In the absence of a police force he led the initial investigation himself. He spoke to the girl's parents to find out as much about her as he could. He found out what she had been studying and with who. He enquired about her movements and routines, her friends.Scott had watched enough crime programmes on TV to have a.