I grabbed the young Rogue and pulled him aside."Hope you don't have any plans," I told the young man. "I will need an Aide and you are going to get a ...rash course in military organization and tactics. Don't expect much sleep for the first few days. What is your name, Rogue?" Donatello, sir," He seemed pleased to be selected as my Aide.That won't last long, I thought."Grab a few younger Rogues and get to know them," I added. "We are going to need messengers."I weighed my pouch in my hand. Nearly. I keep banging away at you feeling you tense and then hear you moan as you cum again. But now the squeezing you've done, has finally served its purpose. I feel my cum boiling up inside me. I increase the tempo oblivious to the grunting emanating from you as I hump away at you. Faster and faster I thrust into you. You're grunting and moaning and screaming as wave after wave of cum over takes you. I feel the cum running down my shaft. I grasp your hips and drive myself as deep as I can into. Maybe he tired of the seduction scene and wanted more. Murder may be a bigger high than seduction.''Another possible suspect was Patrolman Patrick O'Flaherty. He had his regular beat there. He had his intended bride working in the play. Maybe Michael Moore did more than rehearse with his intended. Maybe he impregnated her. Then it became a motive for revenge and maybe murder. Patrick was a real suspect and a real worry for the department.''Another possible suspect was Ken. His daughter loved. She laid it over the back of the chair in my bedroom. Then she put a foot up on the chair seat and began to remove her frilly-topped dark stockings."That'll do, slut. Keep the stockings shoes and panties on - I like the way they look on you for now," I said.Pam looked over at me smiling, "Yes Sir," she said. She brought her foot back down and stepped up to me.I moved quickly to snatch her by the arm again and as I sat down on the chair she had been using to get undressed, I pulled the woman.