She's always wondered what it'd be like to be fucked by a dick this big. Least now I'll be able to tell her."She indicated the mattress, "Do ya mind l...aying down so I can climb in the saddle." She suddenly lost the smile that had been a permanent fixture on her face. "That is if you don't mind someone heavy like..." STOP!" I held my hand up. "If I hear any more rubbish like that I'm going to have to put you over my knee and spank that delicious naked arse of yours."She giggled like the Candy. ”“Either they were kept out of the loop or they are too scared to talk,” Sam concludes.“Exactly, though I’m going with being kept out of the loop,” Spencer reasons. “If they were facing death, they wouldn’t be talking now. There are plenty of bad guys out there willing to do whatever to takes to kill a rat.”“Yeah, but they don’t use long bouts of torture before killing someone,” she reminds him.At that moment Spencer’s phone rings. “Reeds.”“We got a break,” Roger says on the other side. “Ms.. When we went to the house, I helped them get Mr. Merle up and into his wheeled-chair. They rolled him out onto the back porch where there was a toilet built next to one end. I watched as Ruby and Jonnie got Mr. Merle onto the seat in the toilet.When he was done, they cleaned him with a wet cloth and we loaded him back in his wheeled-chair.Jamie lifted the lid on a wooden barrel about the size of a pickle barrel in a store, then took a long-handled dipper-gourd and dipped two dippers full of. She told her mother that she wanted to go to a picnic with her friends and will be late coming back. Mrs. Nair who trusted her daughters, allowed her quite easily. So the next day, Sowmya woke up early, got ready and left for her destination.She was supposed to reach a vantage point, from where a car would pick her up and take her to the resort which was booked for the shoot. The resort was slightly at the outskirts of the city, so that it will be less crowded on a weekday. Sowmya was waiting.