You have the right to an attorney ... and finished reading Wiley his rights."Now Wiley, I've ... we ... have a deal for you," I said. "Between your bo...ys rolling over on you and these fingerprints," I pointed to Wiley's glass. "You're going to pay for killing Hamilton and Cynthia Robinson. How bad you pay is up to you." What do you mean how bad," Wiley said. He wasn't as arrogant and fearless as he had been."Testify that Robinson hired you and paid you to kill Hamilton and his wife. Detective. What are you about these days?" Hey, Frank." I took a seat. "You know I haven't been a model citizen my whole life." Ah, you're talking about before I met you." Right. I've been pretty much perfect since then." I paused for effect. "I have this feeling I'm being watched or maybe followed. I left behind enough of a past that there are people who would like to do bad things to me. Have you noticed anybody new hanging around?" No. I can't say as I have." Well, I'll try to let you know if they show. The kiss didn't seem to end as Tyrone gyrated his hips in and out of her once tight pussy. Her sighs of pure pleasure pierced his heart as he realized that he just lost his beautiful wife to this black stranger. Numbly he could only stare as tears blinded his vision as Tyrone's huge balls slammed against her as he began to roughly fuck her once more.Tyrone seemed to be fucking her like a man possessed. Pulling out till just the tip was in than pushing in till his balls slammed against her. Her. . ?" Mary asked, scandalized."Why not? Cheerleaders do..." Ummm." Mary absorbed this. "It's pretty quick..." ... Which is not a bad thing," Darla Jean insisted."If you say so," Mary mused. "Let me know about the facilities -- maybe I can get Rob to volunteer to lock up some time..." Sure," Darla Jean agreed. "You two could stay tonight -- but it might inhibit everybody..." Yeah..." Mary gave it serious thought, nonetheless.But Rob resolved it by being among the first out, collecting Mary and.