I got that she was in a good mood to talk. “So what do you think about changing the car?” I asked her.“Hmm. Yeah, thinking about it, need someth...ing really good this time.”She had actually test driven a couple of cars the weekend. She told me she doesn’t want a sedan or SUV, she needed a small car but powerful and packed with features. Our conversation went on for some time.Suddenly, out of the blue, she asked me: “How often do you masturbate?” I was taken aback but it’s normal for me to expect. She spent hours sucking and eating pussies, learning to do rim jobs and even sticking her tongue deep within a woman’s asshole. She learned that Mexican men did not have their asses licked or fucked—it was unmanly. It was during the beginning of this period that Abby came to visit.Consuela sat on her bed, her ankle chained to the wall. Consuela did not speak; she had nothing to say. She felt that Abby had betrayed her. He had wanted to serve her and only her. His service was an act of. Really bad.”“So what did the call log get us?” Taylor asked, knowing Whitaker wasn’t going to let this drop easily.“Most of her calls were to other burners we’re still working on tracking down, but she made one call to a landline.”“And?” Whitaker asked.“And I’m not sure. The number belongs to a residence in Michigan owned by a completely uninteresting, average family, as far as records can show. A couple and one child. Father’s an auto-mechanic, mother’s a secretary at the elementary school.. She began with a shoulder massage, gently rubbing the tension out of her body. She rubbed her temples, her neck, her arms, and ended up caressing her soft, soapy breasts, paying a bit more attention to her nipples this time, keeping them firm and excited. With the spray nozzle she wet her hair down, soaking her own panty clad lap and her shirt in the process, rendering them both erotically translucent. She washed her hair, taking her time to massage her scalp as she worked the soap through Ms..