Taking my finger, I again fingered her cunt, before ordering her to raise her legs. I then slowly inserted the lubricated finger into her anus. Tears ...scaped her eyes as I did so. Once embedded to the second knuckle I wiggled the finger around, the rise and fall of her breasts told me she had gone beyond the initial pain and was now discovering the pleasure of anal intrusion.By now Eleanor was begged me to allow her to come, as Andrea was hurling abused at her like, "well Cocksucker, you want. Tom had asked his parents how could a guy pay people month in, month out without knowing what they did? His dad scratched his nuts, that initiating his mom to scratch her left armpit, and they reached for their drinks and said they had no idea. Because neither was enthusiastic about lifting a hand to do anything they were probably telling the truth, being industrious wasn’t a concept they understood. By lucky accident Tom found Brown’s Building in which Uncle Ted’s business occupied floors. "Why would I say hi to you? The last time I saw you you called me a creep and threatened to call the cops on me. What was I supposed to do? Walk up to you and say "Hi. Called the cops on anybody lately?" I don't think so." Oh come on. Cut me some slack here. Put yourself in my position. A man follows you around for almost half an hour in a store and then shows up at your apartment and knocks on your door. You would have had the same thoughts I did and don't forget that you didn't let me know. He shook his head and said, “It was too late, the injuries too severe.”“I need to see the bodies, NOW,” I replied.A Mossad agent walked me to the morgue. I needed to verify who had died and that there was no mix up.Tom, Alan and Walter - as I suspected - were covered with sheets and in the cooler. I walked out into the hall and made another gut wrenching call to the office.“Get someone to the families; I want them to find out from us, not a news person. The procedure has been written out; act.