Have... to... let... it... pass." She said and blinked, "I've been really stupid, haven't I?" She said with a faint smile on her face.I shook my head,... "No Susanna, sometimes we just have to get a nudge that pushes us on." I got up to leave, but then saw Mary just watching me, a mute plea in her eyes, "Sorry Mary, why don't you get back to normal!" I ordered her; she got to her feet with fear in her eyes."What did you do to me? I couldn't move, couldn't speak." She asked carefully."It's. "Guess you need help then," she said digging back into the linen closet.She came out of the closet holding a pink bag with a white ridged nozzleattached. "This is my old douche kit but it will do. Consider it yoursnow," she smirked sticking the nozzle into the bath water.I won't go into the gory details of what happened next but mortifyingenough to make me burst into tears. Back in the bed room she showed mehow to remove the white clay night mask, cleanse and moisturize. Then Ihad to brush. “I need more!” he growled, pushing me back onto the bed. Ignoring my protests, he entered me again, fucking me roughly, stretching my cunt as he rammed into me. It hurt, but felt amazing at the same time. One hand mauling my breast, the other rubbing my clit. My cunt freshened, coating his invading cock with my musk, making crude noises with each stroke. I came once again followed by him, my body sheened with sweat and sperm. Never before have I been so thoroughly fucked! My cunt was sore for. He turned the girl over to me, I handed her off to Sergeant Louise Finch, and this one anyway, ended happily.Harold said, “Can you come by, Winter? I got me a problem.”I knew better than to ask about it over the phone. Bad enough he had my number at all. But Harold and I had a tenuous sort of relationship. We don’t respect each other, but he sometimes helps me out. Still does, even though Daddy is now retired from the KCPD.I told Harold I’d see him an hour or so. It was around 11 on a Saturday.