Rip was careful when it came to evidence and investigation, he liked to document everything, just in case he was over loaded with information and poss...bly forget or over look something. He walked over to the little kitchen to the upper right corner of the room. ‘He hasn’t been gone long.’ he said looking down at the plate of eggs, bacon and toast. ‘His breakfast is still slightly fresh.’ he walked over to the left corner of the room seeing the mattress on the floor. Rip looked down at clock. And then I felt guilty. I was sure she had whispered her feelings for me into my ear that morning and not expected me to return them immediately, but I wondered if my reaction worried her that I didn't share her feelings.I wished, just then, that I could reach out to her, wished that I could tell her how I felt about her.And I did.It was strange, and I knew it was impossible even as I felt it happen. However, it was as true as Angela kneeling at my feet and calling me Master. I felt her mind. There was a good chance I was really going crazy, or maybe I was having a nervous breakdown. I put my head on the desk and wished I could cry. I told myself ‘Brian, you’ve fucked it up royally this time.’ The computers and lights buzzed for some time, and I don’t know how long. I must have drifted off for a few minutes, and I woke up with tears on my cheeks. Someone said my name. ‘Brian?’ I rubbed the tears off my face and grunted. ‘Brian, can you look at me?’ I shook my head, no. Hands on my. Kate watched me and I watched her. Before long, her body tensed up from an oncoming orgasm, her pussy clamping down on it's guest as she shuddered in climax. Sensing that he too was close to finishing, she lifted herself from his twitching cock a mere second before he erupted, landing spurt after spurt of his thick, white seed at her dripping entry. I was working on a fat load myself when Kate crawled over with a devious look in her eyes, taking my hardness in her hand as she went down on me..