He was so sure.’ Pearce asked, ‘Why did we go after Sorrel at all? Sure there’s a lot of paper, but there’s no real evidence of anything, any ...theft, any malfeasance at all. It’s like the whole crime is a big mirage.’ Fletcher had no answers, and no more questions. He had an innocent woman at home, but an innocence that couldn’t be proved, but there were a lot of ridiculous audios and specious documents that pointed to a crime, a crime that may never have occurred. He wasn’t sure of anything,. His file was entertaining. He and a woman in her mid twenties had been captured and then, somehow, escaped from the most secure location in the country. How that was done was not clear. A lot of important people had been embarrassed by that, and had tried to shift blame elsewhere. There was a report of incident in the file which would have been a laughable description of their escape, except she’d watched the video herself. It was obvious people had just let them go. The blood tests on his. How would she convince him to give her those pictures. Then, the idea struck her. He was very handsome and built. she would make him her lover if he cooperated with the pictures. Michael was in for a very nice surprise when he came to get her camera.Michael entered the room and saw Mrs. Fahey sitting ate her desk looking at the camera. He hoped she hadn't seen the pictures he had taken in the teachers lounge."Michael, when did you take those pictures?" What pictures?"The ones of my husband and. ...cum now...she panted. I short stroked her deep with my balls pressed up against her clit. Squeezing her cheeks in both hands, I felt the first stings of my orgasm. I thrust hard, clenched my ass tight. My dick twitched hard with each of a half-dozen thick spurts. She held her ass against me while I pushed down on her hips and strained to get up deeper inside her. Oh fuck yes .....jesus.. good.. she hissed. The pleasure was intense. I stifled a groan. She was breathing heavily, slowly.