" OK," said Bob."So we never actually tied him to all those rapes. The guy was buried as a John Doe and we had to fudge a little when we told all the ...victims their attacker was dead." OK," said Bob again."But when this Fetterman thing blew up, they went back and reinvestigated all the cases. They ran the DNA. It really DID tie all the cases together." He looked over at Bob."You have a point," said Bob. "Why not get to it?" The point is that now that she confessed to killing him, they had to. I played with her boobs. Not that small, not large, but well rounded and delight to a man’s eyes. Her immensely hard dark brown nipples looked so appetizing. I could not resist my temptation to dig her nipples with my front incisors and pull them as if trying to softly pluck the grapes of her her boobs. Her moans were such a great mix of the little pain and a lot of pleasure. We then went to bed, where I fingered her already wet pussy for close to 10 or more minutes, while still interchangeably. I was your slut. I was absolutely determined that you were going to fuck me that first night.” “So all that vision stuff was just a ploy to get me into the sack?” “No, of course not. We’re living it, darling. No, but that playing with the clock thing. You remember? ‘It’s not Saturday, it’s Sunday morning.’ It was still the first night and we did it.” “You tricked me,” I said, trying to sound defeated. “I knew once you fucked me that you’d be mine forever.” “Darling,” I said softly, “I was yours. " She said, in that same voice. She lifted her foot and brought it up to my chin, pulling on it. I reached up and pushed her foot away. She probably didn't even know how hard that'd made me. "Jax... please..." I said. I felt like I was losing."Just... one... loooook..." She said. I couldn't take it. I had to look. Whether I wanted to or not, whether it was pure lust or just a plea for her to stop, I don't remember. I slowly turned my head, and laid my eyes upon Jax's chest. She wasn't wearing a.