"Sure, why not?" I answered, trying to sound like the good-time girl I definitely was not."What'll it be, sweetie?" Bill asked."Bourbon and coke is fi...ne." Bourbon and coke it is."It soon became apparent that Dave’s parents were big drinkers. After dinner, the drinking didn’t stop. As big as he was, Bill held his liquor well. He was loud and jovial, but he was naturally that way. He was just a big, friendly man who liked his bourbon. Irene, on the other hand, became quiet and morose. Bill would. She was drawn to it, her lips closing over the tip, sucking the head into her mouth, her hands pushing his pants down before returning to cup his balls, slowly squeezing them and stroking his shaft as she sucked and licked him. She could feel him swell under her touch, his taste filling her mouth, sliding down her throat. A moan of excitement escaped them both as she kissed her way back up and pulled him to her, kissing him hard as he pulled her closer to him. ‘That was lovely,’ he said,. Just get the bag, and be ready for Me when I get there. Oh!and get your 3" butt-plug out." She gushed, "Yes, Master! Willthere be anything else?" He said no, and hung up. It was a long half hourof paperwork, and closing up the office while thinking about His plans.He pulls up inthe drive to find the garage door open, the motorcycle in it's place, and Hisnon-descript black canvas bag placed next to it. He stops a minute to fastenthe bag to the bike, and goes into the house through the kitchen. ”“It would appear not,” Greene agreed. “Her boss called the police when she didn't show up for work the second day, and he couldn't reach on the phone. Responding officers found her sitting on the sofa with two more broken ribs, covered in Matthews' blood. His body was in the kitchen. Thirty-seven wounds with a carving knife, the blade broken off in him.”“I don't understand.”“Her statement coincided with the evidence,” Thomas said. “Her injuries were consistent with domestic abuse, just.