I wanted sleep. It was Keith."Allan, I know you're jet lagged, so I won't keep you. While you've been away I've found that bloke on the CCTV in York. ...I took Colin along and met him in a pub. I recorded our conversation, such as it was. We all need to meet and listen to it, can you make it to the pub tomorrow night as usual?" Yes. Fine. I can't concentrate at the moment. Better tomorrow." Good. What the man said was quite an eye-opener. Brings a whole new dimension to the case."Ten minutes. After considering your options, the first one that popped into your head still seemed to be the most sensible - run! Grabbing Linda's diary, you scurried towards the back door only half aware that the pounding at the front had ceased. Bolting down the garden and vaulting the low wall at the end, you set off at a run down the alley... only to run slap bang into the man you were trying to avoid at the spot were the alley met the road. Startled, you looked at the man before you, your eyes about. We arrived at a big park, too late for the serious jogging crowd, but one of the old men playing boccie nudged his friend as I got out of the car. Troy bought us ice cream from a vendor’s wagon, then found us a bench by the duck pond. I sat next to him, wishing I’d worn a much shorter skirt so I could give passersby a glimpse of my panties, or take them off and give them something to tell their friends later. DAMN, why were so many people looking so sexy today? It was like I’d just noticed them. “Have a seat, Daddy,” I said, going into my bedroom. I hurriedly undressed, leaving only my heels on. I put on my see through black silk shorty robe, touched up my lipstick and came back out to the living room.He was seated on the sofa, stark naked, his legs wide apart and he was holding his 8 inch hard cock in his right hand. “Take the robe off,” he said. I turned to him, allowing the robe to fall off my bare shoulders, then drop to the floor in a silken puddle at my feet. “Oh, BABY! You.