I saw nothing, at first. The noises had ceased, and I feared I had lost my chance. It was almost comical, feeling so robbed of a good experience, my c...ck in my hands out in those woods. I sighed lightly, resigning myself to a long, laborious session of masturbation.But what was that, out underneath that old evergreen? A flash of moonlight striking something metallic caught my eye, and I sidled back behind the obscuring trunk of my own tree, my shorts now tangled around my ankles. There they. If all went according to plan — and why shouldn’t it? — tonight’s dispatch would not disappoint. The evening would begin with a succulent dinner of pork tenderloin in a rosemary-ginger marinade, tiny spears of young asparagus and roasted new potatoes, with raspberry sorbet for dessert. Nothing too heavy, as neither he nor Peggy should feel overly full, not with the activities that awaited them. After the meal was consumed, the day’s events discussed, the dishes done, and the children tucked. I twirled around and pushed Connor into a seated position against the edge of the tub, then I straddled his muscular body—pressing my excited pussy against his chiseled abs. Our lips brushed together for a teasing instant, and then Connor’s tongue was in my mouth and his powerful arms were holding my body with no hope of escape. My sensitive nipples grazed back and forth against the musculature of his chest, sending bursts of pleasure shooting through my body. I’d already come three times—from. .. Ex-Marine, boyfriend of Heather and the photographer, director and extortionist that did it all for Heather’s favors and was not interested in the money at all. Meg didn’t blow the whistle on Frank because she knew he was not the murderer and would never have harmed a hair on Heather’s cheating, lying head.“LARRY” aka LAWRENCE HILDEMANN III ... He was suspect number one in Meg’s book with his many-sided fetish urges and the way he liked to control women and make them play his humiliation.