40 minutes to the office and I'm here, but there are no lights on anywhere, the place is locked up tighter than my pussy.I know the little sluts name,... Gina Sinclair, so I look up her address and head over there to see if she is home. Sure enough, not only is she there but so are 2 other men and my husband.I looked into the Window in the living room through the blinds and see her on the couch, naked and the three of them fucking her, taking turns. Jeff was currently mounting her from behindand. “Hell no, I hated what he did eight years ago, but I didn’t hate the man he had become. He was just another con to me,” he replied looking at me and ignoring Joan.“Did he have a problem with anyone here?” Joan asked.He began to answer and she said, “I’m the one talking to you.”He grudgingly said, “No, he didn’t some woman came here and got in his face, but he backed away. She said she was the child’s mother.”When we were in the car and driving away I asked, “Do we mark the manager off our. I stopped and got my trunks Kate already was at home and Amy decided to just go in her underwear. Well with the moon up the breeze blowing and the water steaming more than just the air Amy and I start in on an intense make out session. Kate takes a short leave to go get some more drinks at which point I take the opportunity to slide off my trunks and slide into Amy. I must admit I was reckless back then and without any hesitation I slide my swollen cock deep into Amy's now soaking wet pussy. In. And if any of you even so much as whisper who that other girl is, I’ll put a bullet through your brain. Do you all understand me?’ The technicians all nodded. They could see he was one hundred percent serious, on top of that, to the man they agreed with everything he had just said. ‘Good, then lets go play a game.’ Chapter Three: Time to Play a Game Fifteen minutes later and Reynolds’ team were ready to go. A feed of all four monitors was being fed to monitors set up in the interrogation room,.