"There are some tire tracks. I made pictures and got them ready to send to the SBI super computer. He takes or forces her to go into this building. I'... not really sure which it was. Something happens to spook her. She runs off leaving the purse. He chases her into the main building. She is trying to hide."I'm not sure what he did to her there first, but in the end he hit her with an aluminum baseball bat. He hit her more than once. We are probably going to find out from the pathologist that he. She came toward me, stopped, and put her arms around my neck She gave me a firm hug, a soft kiss, and said, "Thank you." She smelled delicious. I had an urge to scoop her up, lay her on the bed, and have my way with her. However, common sense prevailed, and I merely returned the hug and kiss. Since it was getting late, we released each other and, she headed for the sofa. After turning off the lights, I undressed and turned in as well. Neither of us seemed to be able to fall asleep. After an. As the months passed by, it just struck me that I had become his mistress. From being a sex fantasy, I’d become someone’s sex necessity. But till the time the sex is good, I am ok. The best part of being a mistress is that the guy comes home and fucks you.Both of you will know that the agenda of the meetings are only and only sex. In the past few months, we have had a good fuck practically everywhere in my house. The kitchen platform, kitchen floor, in the shower, on the bathroom floor, on the. I let out a slight gasp and her hand jumped away. More on emotion than thought, I said, "I want to do it, too," and sat up and pulled off my nighty.As I lay back to begin rubbing myself, Marilyn asked, "Would you do it to me?"I was glad that the room was dark. The question certainly surprised me. I had never had any girl-on-girl experiences during my teen years, though many of my friends had, from what some had told me. In fact, it seemed fairly common.I reached over and began to rub her pussy.