Would you object to removing them?" He resisted the urge to jump right up...partly because he didn't want to seem overly anxious and partly because he... couldn't. He felt almost paralyzed with the passion he was trying to contain. A few " cold shower" thoughts and he again did as he was asked. He started to lay back down on his stomach..." no darlin, on your back please"Oh my God! She was torturing him, but being complainant he again repsected her wish. She stood above him...her oiled body. “You have a perfect marriage.”Looking into his drink he softly said, “Things aren’t always as they appear.’“Are you telling me your marriage isn’t good?” I askedLooking up he said, “Far from good.”I was shocked. All this time I had no idea he was so unhappy. He went on to explain how his wife was a miserable person to live with and how she had refused him sex for the last ten years. “Why didn’t you get out?“ I asked.“Lots of reasons,” he said. “But mostly because I’m not the kind of man who. He kissed my lips passionately. Then he kissed my neck and my shoulder. He pulled off my tank top. He kissed my small breasts and began to suck on my right nipple as he massaged the other. I moaned softly. After a few minutes of that he continued. He kissed my belly down, down, down. He kissed my panty line and I giggled. He slowly slipped off my panties. He kissed my smooth shaved pussy. He kissed the lips. He gently teased me with the tip of his tongue. I moaned. My breathing was going fast. The only facts we do know is that the killer is selecting people who are cross dressers. Hand me the forensics report over there," Adam said pointing to the folder hanging half way off of the desk. "You mean this one?" Roger asked picking up the folder. "That is it," Adam replied. As he looked over the papers it seemed the usual forensics report. "Well?" Roger asked. "Well what?" Adam replied. "Is there any clues from the report?" Roger asked. "Not a one," Adam said. "Well then why the hell did.