"Take that table as evidence," Caleb ordered. "Don't touch the top. I want forensics to get DNA samples from bodily fluids that have dried to the surf...ace. Gabriella Santiago's DNA will be the proof that she was raped here. Robert Branch's DNA will be the proof we need to charge Mullah Khoury for conspiracy and obstruction of justice."He turned to the Mullah and demanded, "Would you like to change your story?" I want a lawyer," the Mullah answered."Okay," Caleb said with a shrug. "I won't ask. She swayed for a moment because she had been in the one painful position for so long. Then she said, "Father, would you please talk to Peter now? I'm sure now you see why I shouldn't marry him, or anyone else for that matter. I'll wait outside, if I may." She left the office without even glancing at Pete.As the door closed the two men could hear her break down and cry. The priest looked at Pete and asked, "Well, Mr. Stewart, what do you think?"Pete smiled weakly and said, "Father, Jan just gave. "We got any of our special lube?"Yeah, it was a very busy day in the video booths. "Everyone laughed. "It's edible, smells and taste like cum. I've loaded it into this squirting dildo. What do you think?"He held a cock shaped dildo up to my face and pressed a plunger at the bottom. A clear liquid oozed from from the hole in the tip of the phalanx. It smelled like cum. I licked it and it tasted like cum. "Wow! Smells and tastes like the real thing". "Bend over Cumbag"."Time to lube your cum. Soon the bra went off and I started to rub my cock with considerable pressure.‘I am going to take a shower and… What are you doing?’ my wife was standing at the door wearing only a black bra and G-string and was staring at me.‘I… well I couldn’t find anything to watch so I switched at the porn channels.’‘Really? And you also are freely touching your cock aren’t you?’‘No, honey, I am not. I promise… See I am with my jeans on and…’My wife passed in front of me and pointed at my bulge.‘And what is.