She was strokingmy cock and I had a hand buried in her pussy. But it finally ended and we madeour way towards our car, stopping to greet friends and a...cquaintances. Finally,we got in the car and pull out of the garage. Once we are on the highway, shereaches down and brings up a black bag. She must have been planning this asthe bag contains her collar and leash. Leaning forward, she says ?Unzip mewould you, Honey?? My eyes grow wide, she has always been a little shy. Mycock twitches as my free. ." Both men confirmed that the paper mill would payall funeral expenses.The doctor came out twenty minutes later and he simply confirmed thatthere was a zero chance of my brother being able to survive suchdamages. There was not much left undamaged below Marty's waist andthere was nothing he or other doctors could do. Marty had been givenpainkillers and he was conscious now for five to seven minutes, maximumten, before he lost consciousness again and slipped back into a coma.He was very weak. The girls don't know anything about him at all. They know the drug story was just a cover, but that's it. My family doesn't even know the truth; All they know is that I got reward money for some of the things I did, and that I used it to set myself up in business. It's not the life they envisioned for me, but they're proud of me – especially about how I used some of the money to help Angela get her life back. They'd like to see me, but I told them that I didn't want to risk anything happening. Spencer Garrett sat at a table with Cheyenne and me trying to glean any information at all that might be helpful. His deputies were out in their four-wheel-drive Blazers combing the area for miles around. He’d even called in the state police chopper to do an aerial search, but without any luck so far.I sat with my arm around Cheyenne’s shoulder. She hadn’t even cried yet, her numbness over her mother’s senseless death still suppressing her grief. But I knew it would come, and I intended to be.