" Have you anyone with you, sir?"He gathered his scattered thoughts and tried to ignore the intense sinking feeling in his gut. "Thank you for asking,...sergeant. I'm on my own, but I will call a friend." Sir ... is there anything you can tell me? Do you know of anyone who might ... have a grudge?"Peter snorted. "Yes, as a matter of fact; there's a few people. Tuesday night, my wife interrupted a supposedly Satanist ceremony. Our local police are aware and trying to track down some of the. She then began sucking and biting on his balls, drawing blood from the tender skin. Looking up, she could see Bill's tongue pushing into the bodyguard's asshole. Burying her face in his balls, Mel began roughly chewing on Bill's ball sack. The metallic, salty taste of blood filled her mouth, inflaming her further. Sitting up, she straddled Bill's crotch, and lowered her cunt over his stiff cock. As she watched Bill cleaning the bodyguards asshole, she smiled and began pissing on Bill's bloody. At fourteen, Mason once asked her what she did with so many wipes. She responded by pointing to the message wrapping: “A clean beaver always gets more wood.” It didn’t sink in until a few months later, when she heard him snicker in the bathroom, as the message hit home like the punchline of a joke. He never asked her again; he didn’t need to. She hoped to be using them more often from now on.As soon as she had crawled back to bed, Mason stirred. He had a massive erection, but not for her. It. Was that significant? In spite of the confusion of thoughts and inhibitions in my untutored mind I stepped inside and she pointed up the stairs. "It's second door on the left." I had been in the house often enough to know that already. I decided to go through with this quickly. In the brightly tiled bathroom I stripped off and stepped into the large shower space. I set the water temperature so that it was refreshing without being too cold.I had stood there relishing the flow for less than a.