Bobby could feel her soft, smooth skin pressing against his and then she rested her hand on top of his thigh as she said, “You know, your mom did te...l me one more thing I’ll share with you now.”“What’s that grandma,” Bobby asked in a trembling voice as she softly rubbed his leg. “She said that you had the hardest penis she ever felt in her life,” Linda said in a sexy voice.“She… ummm… said that,” Bobby stammered.“Yes she did,” his grandmother replied as her hand slid up his thigh until her. She’d taken to shaving it but leaving the triangle in front like a street direction showing which way to go. All she needed was a tattoo on her belly saying ‘You are here’.“Go on then, big man,” she taunted. “Use the strap on me.”“Oh no, mother, dear.” I said. “You’re going to feel my hand.”I took a swing. I had intended to start a little gently but in the excitement I let it go and it stung me. She let out a squeal. On her right buttock, a white hand mark appeared and, as I watched,. There was no homicide that was easy enough to see instead there was a blockade of half a dozen black sedans. As soon as I turned the corner the men inside of them all opened their doors and stepped out in smooth motions Glock's in hand as they fell into a stance that very plainly said that they knew what they were doing.I glanced down my radio and laptop were both dead. Palming my cell phone I quickly dialed Marcus and turned the volume down."Get out of the car!" Shouted one of the men.I. Dr Tilley went into the room, returned a moment later with the garments from the wardrobe, wrapped in a dry cleaner’s plastic cover sheet. Aggie took off the cover, looked at it approvingly. ‘I’ll wear this,’ she replied. ‘Do you have the rest of the attire?’ ‘I even have a barrette,’ Dr Tilley said. ‘The last one was, well, thorough.’ Aggie chuckled, a deep chuckle of lust. Sarah C. looked at Dr Tilley. ‘I don’t know if I want to hear the rest,’ she said to him. ‘Who left the clothes there?.