I know, my kinky sex desire isjust a way for you to sleep around, right?" Heather stood up and stared levellyat her husband. "I'm sick of your tantrum...s, Jeremy, Strip and bring me thebig bad strap!" Jeremy had demurred at first, "Please, honey, don't get upset…I'msorry I complained about Angelo" but Heather had tapped her foot, frowning,and he'd gone and gotten what she called the "big, bad strap" and he'd strippednaked, angry tears already streaming down his pudgy cheeks, and he'd bent overthe. ‘Are you going to answer my question, officer?’ she asked, moving close to Rod, so close he could feel the heat radiating from her and could smell the scent of her expensive perfume. ‘I don’t have any questions about the crash, Mrs. Whitman,’ Rod said. He unbuckled his gun belt and laid it on a table just inside the door. ‘Oh?’ Rhonda replied. ‘Then why…?’ ‘I had questions about you,’ Rod said. ‘And I think you’ve answered them.’ ‘I have?’ Rhonda purred. ‘You sure have,’ Rod said, stepping. I'll have a taxi by at sevento pick you up, and dress nice if you know what I mean."Brenda lowered her phone, how did she get into this mess anyway.Undercover wasn't anything like she thought it would be, it was degradingand dangerous and what was worse, once you were in it was almostimpossible to get out. Some of what had occurred was exciting but havingto do what she did made her sick.Her ringing cell broke her train of thought."Hello," she said."Brenda, its Bill, I'm sorry I came by your. She purrs at this sight and licks one of her nails, enjoying the taste of blood. In both of their eyes, there shines hunger. While similar to hunger for flesh or blood, it is also different.There is no foreplay, the hunger is too big. He grabs her by her ass, heaving her upon his body. He still drinks her blood, while she now scratches his back with no holding back, sometimes making blood spurt. He starts ravaging her with his cock, plunging himself deeper and deeper. Sif may be older then any.