“Jo…..” she puts a finger to her lips to silence me. My dick is slowly rising as it feels the heat from her face. Her hand gently strokes my bal...s and soon is joined by her other hand. She puts a finger and thumb above my balls and squeezing them together, her palm cups the back of my balls. She relentlessly strokes my balls encouraging my dick to become ready for action. She still hasn’t touched my dick but it’s now bobbing its approval at the pleasure my balls are receiving.Jo has not broken. "What time is it?" he asked,"I don't know," she responded. "My watch stopped, and I haven't bothered to ask anyone. We'll find out soon enough." How is Vicky?" he then asked, as if he was afraid to, and in a way he was."Your little wife is doing fine," Beatrice chimed, meaning every word because she wanted to more than anything else in the world. "In fact, she's out horseback riding and has been for a few hours now. I guess she got up at the crack of dawn, and she's been riding around that. "I ran my hand over her nipple, she sighed deeply, and I squeezed her breast firmly. She drew in her breath and then said, "Like I was trying to tell you before, the LAPD has asked for our help tracking down some serial killer. They only reason the FBI is even able to get involved at all is that after brutally and sexually assaulting women this killer left the dead bodies of two Los Angles prostitutes across state lines, one in Nevada and the other in Arizona. They, just like his other victims. I asked Charlie to obtain all the information he could on the firm, specifically including an Email directory listing everyone from the partners to the newest hire, and full background on Lynn Plath, with particular reference to meetings away from Boston scheduled for the near future. I thought it better to confront her away from her own turf as it were. The background information wasn’t really necessary, but I like to be thorough. I ask for a lot of varied information. The request was not.