“Terry, Deirdre’s psychiatrist was deeply concerned about her mental state and her antipathy towards you. When our agents gained entry into his fi...les, the reports were so outrageous that I asked them to place a monitoring device on his computers to keep us abreast of anything she might confess to that we could head off before people got killed.“She only admitted to her involvement in the attack after it failed, but nothing we know could be admitted into evidence. If we tried to take her down. I was asleep in no time flat. Im not sure how long I was out, when I was awakened by soft kisses on the back of my shoulder. I began to roll over and you whispered in my ear to just relax for a moment. I wanted so badly to turn over and finally see you in the flesh and kiss you, but I guess I would have to wait a moment. You continued to kiss my back and shoulder, sweeping my long hair out of the way to expose my neck, and then continued to run your lips across it, all the while sending slight. Go back and read the Category tagsif you're worried you might find something you don't like. If you keepreading, don't blame me for getting your panties all twisted.Still here? Awesome. If you have any feedback you'd like to share withme, I'm all ears! I've got an email address just for these stories, andyou can reach me at [email protected] with any feedback, comments,or criticisms. If you just want to tell me you hated the story, saveyourself the time. But if you have some serious. His fingers are barely brushing along my silt. I shiver, wanting more; I’m so greedy when it comes to his touch. I know he isn't going to please me, he isn't done punishing me yet. He wants my full attention; I know what he’s doing. It’s working! I can feel the baby oil running down my backside, he’s used enough that it slides down my legs. It works, swirling between my inner thighs, running down the length of my legs. It tickles, and teases my skin even more. “I’m not done with you, Alyssa..