As he sat down, everyone greeted him warmly. He thanked everyone for the invite.Once again, I asked him to order for the entire table. He ordered the ...exact same as last time. Spaghetti with meat sauce, baskets of garlic bread, and a bottle of Chianti.The mood had changed. People were laughing, joking, and smiling…. a lot!I sat there thinking about what to do with the FBI check. Again, I thought about holding a dinner for all the agents involved along with their wives/significant other.I got up. "Take those damn things off and put them in your mouth, then bend over the coffee table." I obeyed. "Yes, Mistress." I heard her rummaging around in the next room, and then I could hear her footsteps as she reentered the room I was in. All was silent for a moment, and then I heard a swoosh and a smack as a huge paddle hit my ass. I jumped about a mile high and screamed out through the panties as she hit me again and again. "This is my old sorority paddle." She kept it up for a very long time.. Some were standing around with limp dicks dripping sperm, while others were fucking sensual women in every imaginable position…A young black called Benjamin came closer and he smiled at me.I watched a sexy brunette on a bed across from me, riding a huge black cock as she moved back and forth in a wild manner. She smiled at me and I recognized her as Melanie; our good old neighbor Claus’ wife. I thought she was a conservative wife; but I was wrong…Old bitch Melanie maintained eye contact with me. Vibrating sound. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming.)***Patricia Summers draped her overcoat over a wooden chair and sat down at a computer terminal at the Washington Library on State Street. Her legs were almost purple from the cold, and she vowed never again to walk any distance in the Chicago winter in a dress.Methodically, as was her daily routine, she visited the web sites of the major New York newspapers and television stations, searching for any developments in the unsolved homicide of Dr..