Girls, shoes, most likely no socks, jeans and undies, blouse and bra. Six pieces. Guys first, how many of you have a number other than seven?"Only Ton... raised his hand. "Six," he reported. "I figured, who needs to know if I wear jockey shorts or boxers? Eh? Really?" The room dissolved in laughter.Then Sue Ellen asked the girls; several were wearing socks, several, like Jenny and Sue Ellen, weren't wearing bras. Girls with socks, got a start on undressing, Sue Ellen had them take off their. She had developed the theory that Mark had been the victim of a carjacking that went bad. She said it made at least as much sense as Blake's theory. Even though she was theorizing about a carjacking, she still wasn't willing to admit that all signs pointed to the fact that Mark was no longer alive.Over the next few weeks they received regular reports from the detective that had been hired, but they were all very similar. He had found nothing. Basil Smith also suggested that the detective try to. I could feel my own length pounding with need, desperately begging for attention right alongside my hole. But then, a proper sissy knows exactly which one to give her attention to, doesn’t she?Lubed up fingers finally went back to stretching myself out, preparing me for what was next. I could feel my ass trying to pull back as I stretched it more and more – the feeling of cool air moving was my first clue to just how wide my gape was getting, but I’d felt this fat black dick in my throat.It. . honey he doesn't have any rings and it's only my wedding rings." All hands by your cunt now. Don't cover it up but I want all your fingers in the picture again." Damn the speakerphone was a great idea. Dick was obviously speaking for my benefit."Mmmm feel my twat... ooohhh rub my clit... god that feels soo good Don." Don't put your fingers in yet Don." I knew there was no way I could really hear the shutter, but I could almost swear I did."Ooohhhh god... this is so hot... oohhh honey... Don's.