It was Joe, so I answered of course, but I couldn't hear much. I just heard some breathing and some other weird noises in the back round. Then I heard...some yelling.“Yes, fuck me harder!” A woman yelled.“May I ask who the fuck is this?” I asked.I got no response, then I heard some more yelling, but not from the woman.“I'll fuck you Jillian, I'll fuck you hard!” Joe yelled back.After about 30 seconds of that, I couldn't hold it in anymore.“You mother fucking asshole, I can't fucking believe this. He divorced her but Rosy continued to work for boss and took life of a call girl.She said that she is very choosy about client. She takes maximum three call girl service every month mostly and she prefers men of younger age like me and she told me that her charges varies from Rs 10,000 to Rs 50,000 depending on customer and service demanded.Fucking this matured lady was completely different experience than fucking of young lady like my wife and Veena cunt’s grip over cock and response was much. I didn’t care. I was in heaven.School ended for the year and Mom came to my room one day.“I’ve been thinking about it and I’m very proud of how well you’re doing in your piano lessons. I figured you’d probably want to have the summer off to go out and play so I’m okay if you want to stop your lessons and re-start them in the fall.”There was NO WAY I was going to stop. This was better that ANYTHING.“Can I keep my lessons going for the summer, Mom?”“Of course, James. I’m rally pleased that. The neck bruises were there. The raw, overstretched vagina was there. The clothes were cut in the same manner."Why is Vy's murder different from the others?" asked Eileen in her sexy rasp of a voice, the cigarette she inhaled giving evidence to where the rasp came from."Vy was a fighter," I explained. "She worked out regularly and knew martial arts. I don't think Utley expected such resistance. I think he might have weakened her with chloroform but had to smash her head against some corner.