* 4-HOURS-AGO “Convinced?” Ashton finishes with a smug flourish. Good question. No fucking clue. I know motorcycles. Gear boxes. Crank shafts. A ...well-kept muffler purring a song of raw power as you rev the engine. A Porsche? Hah! So I sit quietly, cursing my stepfather for foisting this job on me because he got stuck late at the office again. ‘You’ll appreciate it when you see the look at your mom’s face,’ he’d texted. Right. Sure. Not. She’ll be all over him in yet another nauseating. ”“But what about my wife? Listen the drugs aren’t mine. My neighbor, Tony Monassario, planted them there”“And why would he do that Mr. Henderson?”“To uh...” I couldn’t think of a reason. My mind seemed foggy. Then I remembered. “He has my wife. You’ve got to get her away from him.” I think that I saw him smirk.I took him a minute to respond. “Alright, I’ll have my partner stop by Mr. Monassario’s house and inquire about your wife. In the meantime, I need to take your statement.”“Please have. Her other hand reaching down further, gathering what she can of the ice scream she leans back into the sofa, her fingers now slick, she slips a finger immediately into her anus. Her fingers rapidly increasing in speed, circling her erect clit rapidly she slips a second finger into her ass. Her mind racing with thoughts of Cindy, imaging what she'd look like naked, whether she'd like anal and whether she'd like even dirtier things...All the while she was furiously masturbating she had forgotten. Sherri asked about Lisa's love, how he treated her, and showed interest in Lisa's life. Lisa admitted that the sex was OK, but not the mind blowing experience that Sherri seemed to experience."I don't know if it's the Bondage, or if it's because Robert is so familiar with the female form. He is familiar with 32 erogenous zones on us." said Sherri between bites of Chef's Salad."32? I didn't know there was 32, are you sure?" said Lisa disbelieving."Yes, absolutely, he can play me like a piano,.