I want to be a bad girl for you, Hans.Yes, just like that, dear Hans.Ohhh ... Go good and deep, Hans. It is so very good, Hans.Spank me hard, Hans. Do...n't be afraid of hurting me. Hit me good and hard. I want to hear your hand on my bad little bottom.Ahhh ... Thank you, my dearest. Again and again, please. Make me take it good and hard."Heidi could hear the meaty sound of Hans's hands on her now reddened ass cheeks. Her juices were flowing strong now. She could feel his long hard cock sliding in. The effect on everyone was truly therapeutic. Relationships that seemed to have been flagging suddenly caught fire again. Privacy is a good thing.Nancy had moved in, and slowly integrated into the sexual mores of the house. Stacy helped with her assimilation. She didn't launch into a huge gangbang orgy, but slowly over a couple of months she established loving relationships with each man and woman in the house. I think we all learned a lot from Nancy about love and tenderness.Nancy started her. That was beyond her and she decided that she would have to do it. Her boss concurred.The plan was reasonably simple. One male and one female detective were allocated to each suspect. There were four more reserve pairs in case the children came up with more names. There were another six pairs to take statements from the children. All of these police would be in plain clothes and wait in a bus two hundred yards away and be called forward by radio when required. An inspector would accompany Nick,. ’ I was blushing, and I knew it. Jessica looked at me and smiled. ‘You still worry too much, and at your age too.’ ‘Can’t help it I suppose. You said you had something to show me?’ ‘Yes. There on top of the scanner.’ She pointed at a pile of pictures. I picked them up and began to look through them. There were more than twenty of them, mostly from the caravan holiday, a couple from the school trip later in the year and some from our last days in that final term together. But I was in all of.