He was so fucking bored. So unbelievably fucking bored. He had become empty. Devoid of emotion. The girl had been across the room from him. She’d be...en drunk or high, or maybe like him a little of both. He’d fucked her only because he felt he’d had to. Because she was there. Because it was what guys do. It was a reaction to the situation that was called for and nothing more. He’d gotten up from his chair. Taken her by the hand and told her he was going to fuck her. Not that he wanted to. Merely. John entered the room. He was 30 years old, but went to the gym every day and had the muscliest body. “Mmmm, he looks like Vin Diesel” Jenni caught herself thinking. She came out of her daydream just in time“Would you like to come this way please, Jennifer?” He ushered her to his office and closed the door. He pulled a chair out for her and she sat down and crossed her legs in a way that if he looked close enough, he could see that she wore no panties.“Right, well, the first thing, which. ...my nerve ends were firing...my blood rushed to my head and my hardness grew...I actually ached with desire...my hips rose of their own and settled back on the sheet..again, as if I was fucking the charged air around me. I wanted to grab myself and stroke to orgasm; but for some reason I didn't...or couldn't. I just lay there aching for release and could do nothing about it. I tried to open my eyes; but they remained closed I moaned aloud to the room..I needed release. Then I felt. The video continued to run for thirty seconds, before it shut itself off. I had no cameras outside of my house and garage, so that was all of the surveillance that I was going to see.I copied the video sequence to a USB drive and headed off to my meeting with Tom.Tom and I met at the restaurant and ordered coffee as we sat in the back of the closed section of the dining room. Tom told me that he was sure by the evidence that he gathered that Roscoe was involved in Olivia's abduction. He had.