Ann lets out a soft moan when the bra lets loose, this has always been a sexual charge for her. She’s looking me in the eye again, so I repeat, ‘W...atch yourself’. ‘But I want to look at you,’ she says. ‘Watch my hands, see and feel what I’m doing.’ Her eyes shift back to my hands as I slip the shoulder straps off her shoulders and let the bra slip down her arms and drop to the floor. Now with her tits exposed I slide my hands from her shoulders over her chest onto her breasts and knead them. They also found Anita’s car about twenty miles from there. With a man named Max Connor’s finger prints all over it. Randall’s girlfriend is still missing. This is her…’ She took a color photograph from her bag. Waylon noticed the resemblance instantly. ‘She looks like you Keni…’ Keni nodded. ‘To quote my mom and sister, a dead ringer…it did not lighten the mood.’ She visibly shivered. ‘Waylon, how did you get in contact with Max Connor…?’ He sighed. ‘Met him in a bar in Oklahoma City, me and. I drove to meet him the next day at his place and was hopeful I would be what he was looking for. When I got there we spoke and he approved of me for his "little project". He was a tall athletic Brazilian guy that seemed pretty normal, not really the type of person you wouldn't expect to be this kinky. He showed me pictures of his girl next. A few were clothed and a few were nude. She was way hotter then I expected. Tall blond with a slender body, but curvy in all the right places. Fake. I felt my pussy getting wet as my tongue explored his mouth. Ripping my shirt I was aware of buttons flying all over the floor, he jerked my bra up and pulled away from my mouth. His tongue hot and wet began to lick at my nipples, I nearly came, and he switched from breast to breast. I was breathing heavy almost panting like a dog, I heard a moan escape from deep inside my throat. He moved to my belly and the top of my jeans he unbuttoned them and unzipped the zipper, they were pulled down.