I wiped my hand clean against the blouse that hung loosely frommy frame. Slowly rising from my crouch I couldn't suppress a grin, thinand cruel, from ...spreading across my face. The bastard had about seveninches of height on me, fifty pounds, a longer reach and a knife. Heprobably had a gun as well, though he wouldn't use it unless absolutelynecessarily; Fosters liked to kill with his hands.Through bleary eyes he watched me warily--but not warily enough. Fostersstill had absolute confidence in. This was why the building was still open. Ed quietly closed the door and went up to the floor where he knew Bynum's office was. Ed put his ear to the door and didn't hear any noise or voices on the other side. He pushed the stairway door open and stepped into the hall.Ed quickly walked to Bynum's office door. The door had crime scene tape across it. Ed shook his head. The room should be guarded until the crime scene was sure that nothing was missed. Normally, this was several days after the. He bent to bite the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder, knowing this made her shiver with anticipation of what was to come.He let go suddenly and pushed her forward one step. Lifting the back of her dress with one hand, he tested the dampness between her legs with the other. She opened her eyes, looking at the men before her, enjoying the thrill of seeing them watch what was being done to her with a gleam in their eyes and hard cocks in their hands. Gently now, his hands guided her. Her back arched, her legs stretched to their limit she exploded. I could take it anymore. I ran across the hall to my bedroom, jumped in the shower and instinctively took the shower-head and put it on my clit until I climaxed. Twice!Diner was about to be ready. I could smell roast chicken coming from the downstairs main kitchen. It was wetting my appetite. I changed and was about to go out on the balcony when the phone rang. I had not noticed there was even a phone in my room. I picked it up..