Doctor Saint was called, sworn, identified the vid as being that of the corpse he received, confirmed the tattoo and gave the cause of death as being ...uffocation resulting from a blockage of the pharynx. A vid recording was shown of the death sequence of the female and the Doctor confirmed that the forced fellatio of the bound female was the instant cause of death; he was able to confirm that the rather lengthy sequence shown of the action actually caused the death and she was dead before the. ’ ‘Well, we could try this.’ She felt something cold and hard trace its way down her soaking slit. Her eyes snapped open, in time to see him caressing her with the neck of the bottle. He halted its travel at her open entrance, then she felt him start to push it into her, it’s thick, curled lip parting and cooling her inflamed labia. ‘No, don’t. That’s too much. Not even tonight….’ He ignored her, sliding the thick neck deeper. Looking down at her, he grinned. ‘Now just wait a moment, hold it. Then he sees Bob sat at the table. “Doesn’t she look beautiful pregnant?” he asks him. “She sure does, she’s blooming” Bob replies. Dad asks Bob if he’d like to stop for dinner and he agrees as he’s nothing to go home for. Dad and Bob talk about old times and I dish up dinner and clear everything away to do the dishes. Before long Bob’s heading for the door, but he brushes past me his hand touching my ass and his arm brushing against my breasts.“I think Bob likes you” Dad smiles as he comes. But I know. I know what those bugs are, where they’re hidden and what they can do for me.So, there you are, on your phone. Does it have GPS? I know where you are. Did you take a selfie? I know what you look like. Got your Facebook account on there? Instagram? I know. If it’s on your phone, I know. No, I don’t work for one of those government organisations whose names are a bunch of letters, I just work for myself. If you’ve got one of the apps I worked on, the ones with the bugs you don’t see,.