And THEN, I figured it all out. And then ... I knew I had to quit. If I was still part of the task force, I'd have been legally obligated to divulge e...verything. How he selected his victims. Everything. Your life would STILL have been ruined. The press would have had a field day with you! And there'd have been no point to it. Knowing the truth wouldn't help any of the victims. The rapist is off the streets. He won't be abducting any more girls, ever again." She sighed. "So instead of giving them. I wanted more action on my hand and begged, "A little more on the topplease!"He turned me around and leaned lower into my hand so his throbbing hardcock pushed right against my knuckles. I was in ecstasy feeling itpulsating against my hand as he worked more on the top of my head.He pulled away again and stayed a little bent over almost embarrassed ofthe bulge in his pants. He plopped the mirror in my face again and asked,"How's this?"My cock was throbbing so hard into my pants I couldn't take. Don't know how he could afford it 'less he had his hand in the till, but he was squirin' her now and then. Damned expensive rogering that. Use to see them along High Street when I was working for Mr. Sipe. You ought to hear the stories they tell 'bout what she'd do for a man if he had enough hard cash. She's surely younger than me, and one feller swore she's got whip marks on her back."At the Brookes' home one of the black stablehands took Beall's mare and led her back toward the barn while he. Well they found the contraband undeclared food and more d**g traces…high readings on her cocktail dress…and unwashed black knickers…‘Fuck that party and that guy in the bathroom…great sex…but he left dust all over her dress while filling her pussy…oh well…they won’t find anything else…I’ll pay the food fine and get out of here’Geez the pricks were ultra through now…human bloodhounds once they had the undeclared items and the d**g traces. They were friggin rottweilers’ …they weren’t going to let.