Left hand behind my back, I walk over to you. You couldn’t have been more then ten feet away but the entire distance I walked felt like it was in sl...w motion. You looked stunning. Every time I had seen you until now you looked equally great, but it still wasn’t something I had grown accustomed to yet. On your feet are a simple pair of rawhide leather sandals, showing off your freshly painted toenails. They are orange, which made me smirk for reasons still unknown to you. Your toes are cute, not. Much had happened to Jennifer that day and it didn't take long for her to fall into a deep sleep. Her dreams flashed through her mind like a rocky horror picture show and many could be considered frightening. In the early morning, she felt an absence in the bed where Mark should have been. Opening her dreary eyes, she noticed him sitting on the bed next to her and he had a big smile on his face. "That was wonderful darling and I love you so much," he whispered with a most sincere voice.It was. " He hasn't, 'cept to you, but only 'cause he's more afraid of them than us, an' I suspect something about your interrogation method is one reason he's more scared of you," she said. "They made a mistake when they hired him. He's a bargain basement freelancer. They thought you'd be an easy target."The thought people could be so casual about killing me, about killing anyone, gave me a chill.At the station there was some kind of a briefing going on when we passed the squad room. A few people. She was not allowed to use her hands.She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth to keep from drooling, then parted her lips and leaned forward until half its dark length was in her mouth. It smelled like men did: the sweat, the virility, the dangerous desire. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried to blink them away to preserve her mascara.She wanted to touch the cock and feel its hefty size and strength with her gentle fingers. She wanted to stroke it and massage it against her cheeks,.