Either that or her body betrayed her. I knelt on my knees, ready to taste Queen Elsa, the little submissive bitch.“You are mine” I said to her as ... kissed her ass.“Fuck y-you”I slapped her ass as hard as I could, my palms stinging. “You. Are. Mine. I am claiming what I want”“Go to H-hell”I rose up to meet her and wrapped my hands around her throat. “Listen you little bitch, I want what is mine. Your little cunt belongs to me now”She lifted up a hand.“I am engaged, you piece of shit, you’ll. Must be 49-50 Years of Age.But still beautiful.Stood wearing a White Gown. If it were someone else then I would have denied but as I have a thing for older women I accepted her dinner with me. She was quite an open minded lady. We both spoke frankly as we kept eating and speaking to each other. I got to know that her name was Garnett Orme, 49, from England.“I’m here to look for a Murderer.” she said as she told me that she was an Investigator who had come to here to Investigate a Poison Murder. "Don't feel like an idiot," he sighed trying to reassure her. "Belts are great, but I was sort of hoping you would eventually move your hand a little lower," he grinned, but he could tell she was still very embarrassed. "It's interesting, I once knew a kid whose parents punished him with the belt, were you ever spanked?" Of course this was a white lie to get her talking. He had never known anyone to be spanked with a belt.If it was possible for her face to become redder Amber was sure it was. When we get there, your boyfriend will be around back, and we'll slide you right through the building and get you on the way out of town with them none the wiser. I'll even have another detective follow at a distance to make sure someone doesn't twig to the switch. It makes sure you're safer than if you just bolted for cover on your own. Oh, and I'd like to know where you are and how to contact you, but I'll keep that to myself until we catch this whack-job."For a moment, I agonized over it and.