It must have been a document I needed for a case I was working on. It seemed important enough at the time that I didn't want to wait until Joanne came...back to the office the next day.When I found the photographs in her desk drawer, though, I forgot all about what I was looking for. They were naked photos of Joanne. In the pictures, her hands were tied behind her back and she was blindfolded. In one picture she was kneeling in front of an oriental man, with his cock in her mouth. In another, she. I just started squirming wildly and grinding my pussy into his face. Mark, who was kneeling in the front seat watching us, yelled, "Stick your finger in her ass. Carolyn loves that!" Almost immediately, I felt one of the cabbie's fingers, which was lubricated with my pussy juice, being shoved into my ass, followed quickly by a second finger. Well, that pushed me over the top, and my entire body spasmed as I had a mind-blowing orgasm. After what seemed like an hour of orgasmic ecstasy, but was. Six months later Kenton was a pauper and Clark moved into Kenton’s house in Brackstone. Kenton died in the workhouse a month ago. I looked into the various business transactions which had taken place, and all appeared legal and above board. Kenton had, inconceivable as it seems, made over the business, and his home, to Clark without any payment.” Crossley’s face showed his amazement at such a move by Kenton.I asked if Ckark had any staff at Brackstone.Ivan didn’t know, but Peter Crossley, who. The next morning I get up and make myself some coffee, I open my cabin door and walk outside, sipping on my coffee. I watch as the sun rises and slowly finish my coffee, just as I have finished rinsing out the cup there is a knock on my door, I open the door and Aideen is standing there with a smile on her face“It’s your last day here isn’t it Greg?”I nod at her“Well then, how about a walk along another trial and a barbeque tonight?”I chuckle“More photos? I’m surprised that you still have room.