She had confided in me that I was a lot bigger and better built than her ex-husband who had shafted her with his cheating ways more than once.When she...got a little too rambunctious with her kinky toys or in the attitude she showed me in the bedroom, I took great pleasure in putting her over my knee and giving it to her good on her pretty flanks listening to her yell with each descending blow from my heavy palms. Despite her vociferous outbursts, I knew she loved every minute of it and she would. The body hanging there could be removed shortly. He looked at the male corpse, bound hand and foot, the back and buttocks striped with red, a pair of woman's panties hanging from a mouth which belonged to a now ashen grey face. He imagined this would have gone from purple to blue as the rope did its business.A pretty forensics team member scuttled about, retrieving her equipment, oblivious to the ghastly sight which hung above her. Sparks fired the question."So was it murder, or a bad BDSM. She had considered allowing him to do something dreadfully naughty like taking his head and mouth between her legs whilst seated in the chair behind the counter. It had been a long time since she had the pleasure of a nice tingle from a strange tongue and the very thought of it made her want to rush over to Inspector Tower's residence and seal their new partnership with a bit of slap and tickle. Of course, that was completely out of character for her because she was too old for such foolishness. My fingers were playing with her meaty lips, pressing on the hard clit. She was breathing heavily squeezing the cock tighter. I looked up – she tossed her head back, her eyes were closed. Her fingers holding a cup of tea were shaking. I took the cup and put it on the table. We went to the bedroom. I took off her gown. She took my head with her hands and pressed it downwards to her bushy pubis. She straddled and I saw her leaking. I was licking clean her juices. She was moaning. She fell on the.