"You needn't take it all seriously, you know. That's part of being a good actress," he added, and he was looking directly at Sandy. She hadn't said an...thing yet, but he was convinced that she wasn't going to give him anymore trouble."Sandy, you just listen to what I say, and everything will be all right. Remember, the girl is dreaming this whole thing, so you will have to pretend you are enjoying it after I tell you when." Ed started moving around various pieces of equipment as he spoke,. " My name is Frank Thomas and I have a message to call you." Oh yes, Mr. Thomas. You are a hard man to get in touch with." I have been in meetings most of the day. I didn't get your message until just now. I have two policemen from the local force with me right now and they are asking me questions, but they won't tell me what it is all about." I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you Mr. Thomas, but your wife is dead." How? What? She was alright when I talked to her last night." What time. "I see you enjoying my big cock, aren't you?"All I could say was, "Oh god, don’t stop. Interview me...please." With that go signal, Thomas started pumping his log in and out of my pussy faster and faster. I grabbed on to the edge of the desk so I wouldn’t slide off as he fucked me. Soon he was fucking me at a good pace, the guys had let go of me, I didn’t realize when cause I was so lost in the painful pleasure of having this huge cock in me. Thomas was moaning he thrust his cock into me again. Unfortunately a few months later my wife decided to get away from me too so now I had a house in the UK and one in Donegal, two grown up children who regarded anywhere not London as nowhere, a wife who preferred her Samba teacher and an old BSA A50 motorbike that didn’t go. I work from home a lot, and working from home, from Donegal was ideal sometimes.There was a knock at the door. Standing there was the most beautiful dark haired woman with an Irish Wolfhound for company.“Can I use you phone?.