Wallace. ‘Mr. Wallace, Crystal’s ex-husbands sister is here. She is the one who actually killed Ms. Rodriguez. Put her on the stand so we can get ...out of here.’ Mr. Wallace looked at me, ‘Are you sure?’ I just nodded. ‘Okay.’ When he stood up, I moved back to my seat. ‘What is going on Hawk? Who is that woman? Why does she look so much like Crystal?’ I looked over at JoAnne, and then watched as Ms. Talner moved to the witness stand. ‘Hang on, we’re about to have all our questions answered. I. "Gosh that is so romantic," Mandy said, "I wish my deflowering was like that instead of a quickie one off."With dinner over we went to their playroom, one that until the night before had been off limits to Mandy. As we entered the locked room John turned to Mandy"Mandy my lovely daughter, her is your own key to what is now our playroom. With this key I am trusting that you will act responsibly. If used improperly this is not a playroom but a torture chamber. I am trusting that you will take. She figured it was because he was imagining fucking my wife and not her in that outfit. She didn’t mind, she actually liked it she said. She didn’t last very long from the excitement of the whole day and now being pounded like this. She came pretty quickly and It didn’t take too much longer for her to cum a second time. She wanted to return the two favors so she got down on her knees and took his dick in her mouth. She said it was really slippery wet from her juices, she didn’t know she could. That left me out. She said most girls were either intimidated about their looks, didn't like the uniform, or were too squeamish of the boss. She did mention that he was a pig and that any self-respecting girl would never work for him. She got back to work when he entered the room. He was about forty, tough looking, with a couple of scars on his face, gray hair in a brush cut, smoked a cigar, but wore an expensive looking suit without a tie. I left feeling vanquished. Back in Boston I gathered.