Two wereSaudi Arabian, one was Italian, one was Lebanese and the remainder wereUK citizens. Five were married and living with their wives. Two wereope...nly gay. None had been with Vickers in the three days before 26thApril. It was assumed that to be the day of the murder, because there hadbeen no outgoing phone traffic on 27th.Whilst all of the nine were ideal suspects for the murder, all of themhad cast iron alibis. The boss even speculated whether there had been athird party hired to do the. She invited me over and Sally was there. There was an immediate tension in the room and though it was a little bit sexual it wasn’t so comfortable. I stayed a little while, asked them what they were doing that evening and suggested that we get together later and have a meal. They agreed and I said I’d get us a takeaway at Lisa’s flat.I arrived later on with enough wine for the three of us for the night. As I walked in the door to the flat I leaned forwards to kiss Lisa on the cheek, in greeting. I looked at him and he was staring at the cleavage.“Are you ok? You don’t seem to be normal.” I teased, elbowing him.“Yeah just thinking about stuff! Maybe I shouldn’t have had the last one”“Oh come on! You’re a grown up man! Why don’t you be a man? Tell me what you’re thinking!” I goaded him on. Say it you ass.“Just that I wish you weren’t my senior”“Oh! And why is that?”“Just. Nothing; how far are we?”It was just the next lane, and he seemed to have caught himself just in time. Damn! I. Too big!" as she could feel the head of his rigid black rod shove against her bowels."Gonna take it you married slut. Make you mine. Wimp husband's not man enough to take your tight virgin ass!"With that, Marcus heaved forward and popped through her tight anal ring. Jessica saw lights flash as a searing pain tore through her bowels. She howled a blood curdling "Killing me, ripping me ...apart. NOOOOOO!" This hair-raising scream of his wife's conquest shattered Jim's sleep. Once he became aware.