He was a person of interest in a murder investigation. I want an autopsy done. No questions. Where is Jock?”Miles yelled for the sheriff.“Jessica,...�� Theresa continued. “We need to get a handwriting analysis on the ‘suicide note’.”“I’ll get ahold of the Bureau of Investigation,” the junior attorney advised.“What do you wanna do with D’Clinton Lewis,” checked Miles.“Nothing. At least not till we know more. Unfortunately, we have to disclose this to Mr. Goode.”“I’m sure that ought to be fun,” he. The next stroke followed immediately, and the next four straight afterwards. Rat a tat tat the strokes fell, not full force ones I reckoned, but certainly hard enough to hurt, a lot.“Now Dad, you can watch but don’t speak, at all. Understood?” Zoe snapped as she pointed the cane at me. I nodded as fast as I could.“Right Hannah, get across your Mum’s lap. Mum, you get across mine. These will both be discipline spankings so will hurt.”I wanted to ask whether Susie and Madge had gone to bed. .." He continued kissing me on my mouth, my neck, my ear as his hand worked magic.“Come on, baby...cum for me!” I moaned louder, feeling my orgasm build. “That's my girl, cum now!” At his command, I came all over him, crying out with the intensity of my release.He rubbed my clit and kissed me as I floated back down from my orgasm. I began to squirm, my body already gearing up for more. "We don't have much time, love," he whispered, pulling his hand out. I gasped--my cum was all over his hand,. He rarely photographed people, but this woman was the embodiment every goal he’d had in mind for this project. He took picture after picture, boldly walking farther down the path until he faced her head on. He was lost in the love of his art, not even thinking about the fact that he was photographing a stranger. “For the love of God, Nick. Could you please tell me why on earth you’re taking my picture?” she asked. Her voice was familiar. The hand holding the camera dropped to his side as.