Another couple of weeks of being alone. My mind and body can’t take this much longer. I haven’t been feeling well since Anthony left. Maybe I’m ...sick but I just feel incomplete without him next to me. Sometimes at night, I put on his shirts so I can have his scent on my body. More times than not I end up fingering my pussy and orgasming all over the bed, but that’s not going to cut it anymore. I need the real thing.After sobbing for a few hours, I eventually got the strength to get back to. We can always use a new tool in the never ending war against crime,’ Archbaroness said flirtatiously. She was trying to lay the charm on heavily in an attempt to get what she wanted out of this interview. Johnny Ramirez probably wanted something out of the interview too, he was known for tell all pieces of prominent public figures that left them with mud on their faces. Chances were good that he wasn’t out to make her look good, not if there was dirt to be found. But if she flirted and charmed. When we came in we had entered through the basement door into the kitchen and both of us had forgotten to lock the door leading to the basement. Looking around we were both shocked to see a man standing in the doorway leading to the kitchen. He was a little rough looking not clean shaven and wearing jeans and a t shirt. We both jumped at the sight of this intruder and Mom said “who are you and how did you get in here”? he smiled and said” just found the door unlocked and helped myself”. She. I reached between her legs and wedged my fingers in between her skin and the head of the wand. “Who owns this?” I repeated, spreading her lips so the Wand was buzzing directly against her exposed clit.“You do, Master!” she moaned, tossing her head as the vibration drove her wild.I pulled my hand out from between her legs and moved it to the back of her neck to steady her head instead. I tapped her temple with the index finger of my other hand. “Who owns this?” I wanted her to tell me.“You do,.