” Anna replied. “In my profession I have to look this good.”“Well... your hard work certainly pays of. You have an amazing body.”-"Yes, I kn...w.”As they entered the kitchen, Anna offered Robin to sit on one of the barstools. Robin takes a seat and let her eyes go over the scene of food and equipment. Meanwhile Anna was making tea for both of them. “You have some big cooking plans today haven't you?”-“It’s not about the food. I have to look good to reach 200.000 followers on my Instagram account.. This was too much for my senses and I stated whelping and squealing, he must have thought I liked it cause he got more horny and started fucking me harder while still holding my arms down and wanking my tiny pecker. I started to cry with overwhelming sensation. The tears just egged him on. This went on for maybe 20 more seconds, me crying, while my special spot was being used against me sending waves of sensation through my highly sensitive body, and my penis being stimulated beyond belief. It. " John Simms sighed. "I know, Sarge. She looks good for it. But we can't even get the coroner to call it homicide. Cause of death exhaustion. What the fuck is that? No weapon, no motive, nothing."Most of the heat came from the lawyer a week before. His family had political clout, and wanted action, particularly because of the big gift the guy had made to the Platt woman the day he died. It had been in New Jersey, but he was a New York resident. Jurisdiction was tricky too. The detective. Tell me more about you yeah? So I clicked reply and sent my light-hearted message back and pressed send. Almost straight away I got a reply back. You must be close! Where are you ? what are you doing now? blah blah..... Again I replied. It turned out we lived less than 1/2 a mile away from each other, Another message this time more suggestive and sexually more open. It turned out Paula wanted a daytime fuck-buddy and could I help? Oh well, in for a penny - in for a pound I replied yes.