Betty moaned as she felt his fingers opening her up. She pushed back against his hand and began fucking his fingers on her own. He used his other hand... to reach under and rub her clit making her moan even louder. She began grinding her hips against the hands working on her pussy and clit. He smiled, yeah she was ready for him now! He pulled his hands out of her and Betty whimpered her disappointment. She was just getting a good rhythm going too! But his hands were quickly replaced by the feeling. ‘Aiding and abetting first degree murder. Think the U.S. Attorney will let us cut a deal if he hands us the murderer of Trish Donolan?’ ‘Maybe.’ said Muscone. ‘Lundquist is pretty small potatoes as far as the FBI is concerned. Unless, of course, we find new connections to whatever you think is going on in your County here.’ ‘That could well be.’ I said. ‘Let’s get him into custody now, and we’ll worry about all that shit later.’ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ‘Mr. Lundquist,’ said the Club. Poor Rick made straight for his room and was debating whether to just bail out and go back home when there was a knock at the door. Opening it cautiously it revealed a woman in her mid thirties. She was blonde, had a great figure and full luscious lips that parted sensuously when she smiled.“My name’s Callie – can I come in?” she purred.“Yes – I suppose so,” he said hesitantly, shielding his dick with a pillow he’d picked up when he heard the knock.“I saw you in the restaurant and you seemed to. ..."ow, please ... don't" "what, don't do this?" as he shoved a third finger into her asshole. "Oh baby, your cunt is getting so sopping wet, you like this don't you?" With that, he pulled his fingers out of her ass and his hand out of her pussy, and rolled her over so that her feet were planted on the floor and she was bending over the table ... "I'm gonna fuck your ass now ... I'm gonna fuck it good" His cock was so huge at this point the veins were popping out all over ... he reached.