.. Not with the police, that's for sure," McDonald frowned. "But let's say this hypothetical villain, shall we say Mr. S?" Mr. S would certainly be ap...propriate," Jack agreed."Good, than this Mr. S works for syndicate, oh, B. Well, Syndicate B undoubtedly has an internal security division who would be most interested in this sort of scenario and they wouldn't be bothered about those tiny technical details." Actually they might be," Jack admitted. "You'll see after looking at the files I gave you. .. Amystery. Okay... Looks like it was taken in the living room. Thereflection in the large mirror doesn't show a person where thephotographer should be. Maybe a tripod with a timer? But why? Iwish Deanna was still here to tell me the story behind thispicture, I'm sure it an interesting one. Maybe... just maybe...David could shed some light on this. I'll give him a call.David Grant plopped on the couch after another long day. Runninghis hands through his sandy blonde hair, he lets out a. ”Without waiting, he dropped his shorts to reveal a long and very manly penis – already twitching as he took of his wifes swimsuit.Betty climbed onto the bed and Ken moved to put his dick in her mouth. She took it all and Timmy looked at her naked ass and cunt facing him .“OK Timmy you fuck that end and I’ll fuck her mouth”Timmy was eager to try and older woman and he stepped onto the bed behind Betty, his shorts on the floor and moved to put his penis into her vagina. It was slippery and easy. She had trodden this path before. Oliver would have left her on tiptoe, to add to the pain, he was an unfeeling bastard like that, but her son had left her on her flat feet and with enough slack to move but not escape. Time in the darkened room, passed slowly, not that she had any way of knowing that of course, no chink of light under the door, and the curtains drawn, her thoughts turned inwards, molehills becoming mountains, an itch that needed scratching, a hair tickling her nose, her.