Her body lurches back and forth across the table, her breasts jiggle to the beat of my drives, her thighs ripple with the impact of my lust. Her eyes ...are nothing but submissive desire, and I stare into them with my domineering possessiveness. She’s mine, my toy, my little slut. “You’re a fucking whore, you know that?” I sneer at her as her voice rises higher and higher around my hand, “Nobody ever liked you, Ellie; they just wanted easy pussy.” Eleanor cries something out from under my hand,. It was a telephone number and a woman's name: Carla Reynolds... the day's date and the time, 2:00 p. m. all written in Jay's scribbled hand. Below, almost indecipherable was a notation that read: B-Girl! i. e. Arnie P. Makes pick-ups at Premiere Room, Cocktail lounge... Betty looked at it as though it were a writhing snake. Did it mean that Jay had an afternoon date with a prostitute? She didn't want to believe that; after all, his work as a private investigator did put him into contact with. Cuff him and put him in the back seat of my car," he motioned towards Ethan, "and then put her in the front seat." Then he turned to the two brothers and said, "You two boys can wait here while I go see if anybody else saw anything."When the crowd dissipated, Ethan said to his friend, "Listen Johnny, I'm not lying. Jimmy attacked her with a knife. He dropped it when I shot him and it went under the car. Just look for it!"If there had been any other witnesses, they didn't want to get involved. Carol’s touch felt so good. She was right; she was going to get me to come without touching my dick. I reached down to feel her vag but she took my hand away. “This is your time, girl. You can help me later.” She began sucking my nipples and I writhed in ecstasy. She straddled me again and started pulling down my panties and shaper. My cock sprang to attention but she ignored it. “I told you my girl was going to climax without me touching you there.” She ran her hands up my smooth legs and felt.