. but they'd all been impeccably coached and rehearsed in advance to the extent that each said the same nothings in nearly the exact same sort of way....Right off the bat, I also suspected some memory tampering had been used on a few of these alleged witnesses. A few of these very minor street lugs just acted too calm and smug, getting an obvious kick out of jerking us around. They knew that we'd be paying them a visit and now it was like payday! If I'd had to have guessed, a few had probably been. “Still fighting, fucktoy? Let's see if you can fight after this.” Her Master scooped out more ointment and liberally coated her sore angry looking clit. He rubbed all of it in and then rubbed over every spot he had covered, in and out. The burning was excruciating. Pixie couldn't keep silent any longer. At first a soft keening moan came from deep within her throat She didn't even recognize that it came from her. Her legs began to shake and tears welled then fell from her eyes. Her. He told Ana that the sprinkler was fixed and he asked my wife for a drink. I could see that Ana now had some fresh make up on, had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing a low cut white sundress that showed her tan and her nice cleavage. I started to worry.The black guy, who I later discovered was named Tyler, asked her for a cold beer. Ana gave him a can of my favorite brand.He told her she should have one as well and my wife, who had never liked beer, just agreed…After three more cans both. Even then, I had considered him a pompous ass. God knows what he may have thought of me, but I’m sure it wasn’t flattering. Bucky was now an federal assistant district attorney. I looked his number up in the phone directory, and dialed it before I could talk myself out of it. ‘Good morning. US Attorney’s office.’ ‘Is Mr. Branson available?’ I asked, nervousness closing my throat so it sounded as if I had a bad cold. ‘And who may I say is calling?’ That was Bucky, all right. Screening his.