” “What do you want to know?” the trapped officer asked. “What is your office investigating regarding the Japanese community here in San Ped...ro?” the gunman inquired. “I don’t know,” Mathew insisted. “I swear to you, I am just a glorified clerk.” “One last time lieutenant, I am not a fool,” he said menacingly, “if you don’t tell me the truth... " “Japanese fishing fleet activity on Terminal Island. We are monitoring all radio traffic offshore,” Mathew offered. “I know that! There is. None of it would set her apart, particularly, though. No. What made her special was character. She was warmly compassionate, thoughtful and sensitive to other's feelings and needs. Not that she was a 'soft touch'. He had seen her deal firmly – gently, but definitely – with an alcoholic begging for a handout. The alcoholic had not appreciated her attitude, but Richard, who had paused, discreetly, a short distance away in case of violence, approved whole-heartedly of her approach. But something. Mac winced. He hated when she used that tone. It had been a long time since they’d felt at odds with each other like this. But hopefully, he could take care of the Alice problem today and move on.“Do you want to confront her together? Or do you want me to take care of it?” he asked.“Whichever you think is best. I trust your judgment.”“Do you, Grace?” Mac asked curtly.“What’s that supposed to mean?”Mac was striking out at the wrong person, and he knew it.“Nothing, I’m sorry. I’m feeling. I asked him not to do that. “Shut up you bitch, I know what I do”. He lowered his bottocks in level with my face and with his both hands, he wrapped around my head and pulled me forward. He inserted his cock into my mouth and started pounding. I felt like vomiting.When I opened my mouth for vomiting, he entered deep in my mouth. At one point of time, I could not tolerate anymore. I bit his tool. He hit me on my face saying “You bitch drink my cum”. He fucked my mouth for about 8 minutes .When.