I parked my car across the street from his house and walked over to his door. Nervous of course, but too horny to even think twice at this point. Afte... a few seconds the door knob turned and the door opened. There stood a tall slender guy looking back at me telling me to go inside. I got in there as he closed the door. "I've been getting ready for you." he said as I looked at him. "I couldn't wait.... it's crazy that i'm here." I told him. It was an awkward start of course but I jumped onto why. After Mrs. Clark's breasts were an even shade of red, Greg took aim and landed the final two strikes on each hardened nipple. Mrs. Clark shrieked in agony, as the pain shot through her body. It felt as if someone had applied a red hot brand to each of her nipples. The waves of pain were almost too intense for Mrs. Clark, as she felt her legs begin to buckle."On your knees, Anne. NOW!" Greg ordered, knowing she wouldn't be able to stay standing much longer. Like a rag doll, Anne dropped to her. " Where's the other check going?" Mike wanted to know."I don't know," Heather said. "It's in a file I can't access." That got us going," John said. "Once we got suspicious, we began looking, and we found other stuff that doesn't quite add up." There's only one way it adds up," Heather said. "It adds up that McMullen and Harper are crooks, just like you said." What are you going to do about it?" Mike asked."I don't know," Heather said, hanging her head. "I know I'm done with the Defenders. I. ”He fingers flicked the pages and then he read. He looked up at me before flicking to the second quote. After reading them he put the bible back and then said, “I need a drink. Would you like one?”Lookin at him from the carpet I smiled and said, “That would be lovely.”When he came back a few minutes later he gave me a glass half full with a very good cognac. I knew it was first class before I even tasted it since my keen smell picked up on anything and everything.“What do you want?” he asked.