"He stood, putting his hand on her shoulder for a moment. "I need the file, Jenna. And the hospital badge. Harley wants to sit in on the interview wit...h me. He's given you permission to watch but you can't interrupt. He wants your word on that, Jenna." He has it." She quickly stacked the photos and slid them into their manila envelopes. Justin took the stack and his coffee cup from the desk and turned, heading down the short hall towards Harley's office."Chief?" he called, sticking his head into. "Jason, look at the mess all over the whore's face. We can't just leave her like that." No baby," he agrees. "It just wouldn't be right. I believe she needs a shower." What a nice idea, sweetie. As always, you are right. She does need a shower."Britney tilts her pussy forward. A spurt of golden pee shoots from her gash and splashes onto Deb's cheek. Another spurt hits Deb in the nose. Then Britney lets go. A steady stream of hot pee sprays onto Deb's face. She opens her mouth. It quickly fills. Ann just gave me a steady look and said, "You'd better," before shefinally turned and left.I watched Ann leave with a sinking feeling in my stomach, somehow feelingthat this situation had just become even more real. We hadn't found anyanswers or any solutions nor did we even have the first idea where tostart looking for them. And now that she was gone, I was left here tofill in for her as best I could. I just hoped I could handle it.I remained where I was for several more minutes, thinking. Hours that would seem like eternity.Jack pulled her in his arms for one more long, hard kiss. “Maybe I love you”, he said under his breath. “I want to fuck you one more time. While you are still alive but dying.”He let go of her and took the rope.“I want to see you, feel you. I will be the last thing you see, feel.” “Yes, Sir”, she whispered, opened her eyes again.“Let's give you some support at least.” Slowly he tied her to the tree. The ropes trailed around her breast, still exposing her.