Kim and I drove in silence the 15 transactions it took to get to Second Earl of Guilford Aurora. I was disappointed to see street lights illuminating this rural street where we planned to crash Rachel's car. But, there was nothing to be done about it. There was only a shaving of a moon, so even with the street lighter, it was still passably dark. Maybe the light would actually delay notice of the attack. I could hope. My abdomen didn't think anything was going right at all. My mentality was starting to check. I was beginning to think furiously about how to get out of this mess.

It all started about a week ago, after my-ex wife's sister's 21st birthday party. We, meaning Rachel ( ex wife ), Kim ( babe ) and three of Kim's friends went clubbing. Afterwards I ended up in Kim's bed. It was one of the best nights of my spirit.

The future dawning, after I had gone out, I returned to find the sisters, bound, naked, and telling a tale of a Russian mobster out to stamp out them. The apparently unarm mobster had fled when he heard me pull in up, but promised to be back. He was under the impression that Rachel, who was dating another Russian gangster, had stolen a large sum of money from him. Rachel said it was her ex-boyfriend, who was now on the run, but leaving her to take the incrimination.

The noblewoman concocted a architectural plan to work Rachel disappear, by having her seem to die in a car fortuity. We, the Sister, plus Kim's best Friend, the luscious red-head, Tasha, had stolen a eubstance, taken dental consonant X-ray picture, and covered the theft via fraudulent paperwork and a cremation. It had been one underworld of a occupy week.

When I wasn't committing some felony, Kim ( very willingly ), Rachel ( not so a good deal ), and Tasha ( surprisingly ) had been screwing me to the point of enfeeblement. I have had more sex in the last week, than I did in the last two years of my marriage. I'm surprised I can still get an erection at this point.

well, not at this particular gunpoint in time. I know why at this point in fourth dimension my pecker has crawled up inside, and is hiding. Sex was the lowest matter on my psyche as I put my car in green and got out. Rachel had done the Saame in her car. Kim got out of the rider side of my car. Rachel's rider did nothing. She was already dead and would be standing in for Rachel in a few moments.

"This is it."I said and paused for effect"This is our last chance to call it quits"

"We've come too far to leave office now."Said Kim

"Yes, lets get to this, so I can originate my new life."echoed Rachel.

I swallowed nervously. I had hoped one of them was going to rescue me. But, that was not to be.

I opened the car room access and drug Dead Rachel out.

"Give me a hand"I said and both babe came forth.

We eased her into the driver's seat and I could feel that Dead Rachel had on a bra. The sisters had dressed the stiff in Rachel's cloths earlier this evening and for some reason the bra struck me as funny.

"You guys but a bra on her ?"

Rachel answered with no liquid body substance

‘ I always said I wouldn't be caught dead in public without a bra. Now you know I meant it."

I shook my head as I walked back to my car to retrieve the gas cans. I was really apprehensive about this future part. As a affair of fact this was clearly in the stupid category. I took the belittled Imperial gallon gas can, put in on the floor in the vertebral column of Rachel's car and tipped it over. I tossed the lid in beside it.

The look of the gas hit me, and I was even Thomas More disturbed. I took the five gallon can and began to saturated Dead Rachel and the entire back seat and base. I left about a gallon in it and put it back in my car.

"OK"I started"Let's go over this one Sir Thomas More meter"

I expected groans, as we had gone over this many times before we had all tried to get some sleep.

"We get in your car and drive down to the tree and parking area after the turn."started Kim

"After the car clank, I grab the gas can and the lighter and pass over to the wreck."
followed Rachel

"If you aren't already out of the car, I help you get out"said Kim

"I douse your vacate seat with the eternal sleep of the gasoline and light it"continued Rachel

"Then we all get into your car and get the hell out of here"said Kim and Rachel together

"What if my room access won't unfastened ?"I asked.

"I break the drinking glass with the tyre smoothing iron"said Kim holding it up

"What if I'm distress and unconscious mind ?'I grilled

"We drag you out of the car and worry about the accidental injury later ?'

"What if the car catches itself on fire and I can't get out ?"

"I shoot you."said Rachel in a flat emotional tone, but holding her father's pistol.

"But that won't happen."said Kim, who was trying to be brave."Those railcar bursting into fire every time they hit a wall or something ; that 's all Hollywood nonsense."

"Yeah, but the five gallons of gas in there isn't. Have the gun ready. I don't want to incinerate to death."

The ladies were understood

"Rachel if this works and I don't die ; I expect sex from you every time I see you."I said with a smile

"amercement"she said with a smile"I'll just make sure I never see you again."

Rachel and I had a tempestuous matrimony of five years. It ended in divorce less than a year ago. One of the big intellect was that she hated sex. She's do it, but it took a lot of begging or bribing. Her hating sex was such a tragedy, because Rachel is stunning. She has leading lady full looks. I'm OK looking, but strictly B-list material. The biggest thrill I got out of our union was seeing the look on early men's faces when they realized she was with me.

Kim walked over and gave me a abstruse, wearisome, wet kiss.

"We can finish up that, when we get home"she announced with her eyes getting misty.

Kim is attractive in her own right, but she pales in comparison to Rachel. I mean Kim is very pretty and never lacked for virile aid. But, Rachel shines. Still when you started to compare ‘ parts'you wonder why Kim would finish second base. She had nicer pegleg, steady breasts, and a bitchy innocence to her that drives me crazy.

I nodded and shooed them off.

"Get down there and get ready."I said

They got into my car and I got into the rider face of Rachel's machine. I turned on the kindling, and the car surged to life. I half expected an explosion. The smell of gas was overpowering. I thought about rolling down a window, but in the cold nighttime air, I thought that might attend suspect when the accident investigator arrived.

I looked up and watched as my car made the turn a twenty-five percent mile down the road, and stopped about 20 1000 past the twist in the road. The lights went out. They were ready.

My nerve was beating about a million beats per secondment and my head was swimming because of the gasoline. I buckled myself in. Can't forget that, and God bless the man that invented airbags. I was counting on the one in figurehead of me to save me from injury.

This good afternoon I had fashioned a stick that I would use to squeeze the gas pedal to the floor. I had brought it out with me from my car, and I now used it to lend oneself the Pteridium aquilinum pedal point, so I could get the car out of paraphernalia. It was harder than I thought and I got gas all over my shoulder as I used it for leveraging against Dead Rachel. This was not starting out well.

The car shifter jumped, and lurched backwards as I got it into reverse. I quickly shifted to beat back, and we began to move forward. I took a deep, but much polluted breather and worked the quickening Stick onto the foot lever and pushed it down. The car jumped as the fuel injectors did their job. The car was picking up fastness faster than I expected.

I was trying to steer, wedge the peg into the nates, and not get anymore gas on me all at the same metre.

Faster and faster went the car. I got the pin situated and relaxed a bit. The car speedometer was at 30, and rising.

I looped the leather strap of the acceleration stick around my right wrist as I focused on keeping this projectile pointed towards the tree that guarded the Angle of the turn ahead. I was starting to get very lightheaded. I had really underestimated how powerful the gasoline smell would be. I briefly wondered if there was enough oxygen.

The car was doing 40 and the tree was starting to loom large.

I was all of a sudden thankful for the streetlight. I was thinking I could not spot the tree without the light they were giving off.

45 MPH and I noticed my imagination was blurry. The tree diagram was very big and very bleary.

I remember exactly two affair before I blacked out. I remembered yanking the quickening Stick out of piazza and I remember thinking

"Why haven't we heard from the Russians lately ?"

Then it was dark.




"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh"I groaned out."My fucking head is killing me."

"Thank God !"someone familiar said, but I was not awake enough to put a nerve to the voice. My heart were no help, because I had not opened them yet.

"We were starting to get distressed !"I heard the spokesperson say.

The fog started to clear and with her next words I realized that it was Rachel in the way with me.

"Kim ! semen here ! Ron's awake !"

I heard the sound of running metrical foot as I tried to get into a sitting posture. A rushing of pain filled my os frontale and I felt like I was going to throw up. I let Rachel ease me back down to the bed.

"Easy, Ron. You're got a Nice bump on your school principal"Rachel said as I saw Kim appear at the doorway.

Kim's face was a mixture of hope and worry. I saw relief take over her font when she looked over at me.

"Oh, Ron ! I thought we were going to have to hollo an ambulance !"

"Ow"I groaned out as I touched my brow."What happened ? Didn't the airbag work ?"

Even before the actor's line were out, I could tell by the snide tone in Rachel's voice that she was going to say something derogatory.

"Oh, yeah. It opened alright. But, you were so around the bend from the gas fumes that you knocked yourself out on the room access jam getting out of the car"

The realism flooded back in and my heart skipped a beat

"The car ! What happened ? Did I hit the tree ? Did it overhear fire ? Did anyone see us ?"

"Slow down !"said Kim with literal worry."I think everything is fine. You hit that tree at what looked like 100 mph. I was sure you were numb. We went rushing over to you and wish Rachel said, you hit your head hard when you opened the door and tried to get out fast. You collapsed. Rachel poured the remainder of the gas on your position, not like it needed it, she lit a compeer and there was a huge swoosh ! We half dragged you to the car and got out of there. I didn't see anyone, but man we were so pumped on adrenaline ; I think we were lucky to remember to get you."

All of that came out so fast, I was sure as shooting I was going to throw up from the sheer speed of her fib. I managed to eek out a question.

"How long was I out ?"

"It's 3 AM now, so two hours."said Rachel"Much Sir Thomas More and we were going to have something up and get you to the doctor !"

I might have a concussion I thought. My head hoot sure hurt.

"We need to relocate to your place."I said trying to get up again.

"No, Ron ! Don't get up !"said Kim

"The cops are going to show up at the address on Rachel's driver's license. That isn't here. Kim, you have to roleplay the part of the clueless and then grieving babe, when they show up. At 3 AM good male child and girls are sound asleep at home."

"What about me ?"said Rachel. I shouldn't be there, right ? I'm supposed to be dead."

"Where ever you are, you have to stay hidden until we can get you up to your uncle's cabin. I guess the less you are out in public the practiced. So, yeah, you should stick here."

I said finally getting into a ride position. I felt a little better.

"Yeah, well you aren't supposed to be there"said Kim sternly."And you're in no shape to go bouncing around the urban center"

My head hurt too much to argue. So I didn't. But, I did get to my feet.

"Fine. But, I have something for you."I said as I walked to the master bathroom.

I was in and out in five seconds. If my vesica was signaling anything, the pounding in my head was drowning it out. I produced a gallon Ziploc bag with a toothbrush and hairbrush.

The sisters looked at each other and then looked at me.

"I used these on the dead body. The police might ask for something to get DNA from. Give them these. Don't pass them any cloths. Tell them all the laundry was just done, so there is zero dirty."

Kim took the bag from my hand.

"And as soon as you get home, take these out of the bag and put them in Rachel's john. If you give them to them in a Ziploc bag, they might wonder why you had them ready."

"Anything else ?"Kim asked with total attention.

"Yeah. Change in to PJs and go to bed. It won't look good if you're waiting up for them. They will likely ask you if you know where Rachel is. Tell them just like we worked out. Rachel told you she was going to go out clubbing with friends and she was not home yet. Make them tell you what happened, so you don't accidently blurt out something that will get us in hassle. Ask them,"Why, what's wrong ?"Those accurate words. OK ?"

"OK"she echoed

"Then you are on your own with the emotional stuff. Crying whole kit and boodle really well. Let them do as much talking as possible. They won't want to stay any longer than they have to, but they won't leave until they know you are all right. They might volunteer a grief councilor. Just ignore that and tell them you need to visit me, as I am her ex-husband. I'll whirl to come over and you tell the police I am on my way. They should exit either shortly thereafter, or they might await until I actually get there."

"How's my protuberance ?"I asked Rachel."Does it show ?"

"No, but you smell like gas."

"OK. exhibitor for me. stuff the material in a bag and well get rid of them. Kim, you need to get going."I ordered.

I leaned in and kissed Kim.

"Good luck"I said. She half grinned and then turned and walked out.

I went into the bathroom and got out of my stinking cloths. Rachel came in and took them from me. I figured she would deprive the bed where I was lying and wash a freight of clothes.

I turned on the cascade and got in. The hot water felt good, but it hurt to ingest it hammering on my pass. I eased myself into the flow rate of the water and the pain gradually dulled to throb. I relaxed and started to experience somewhat better.

With the nuisance not fighting so hard for my attention, thoughts of what I had just done and what was to come started to creep in. Fuck ! I wonder how bad the firing was. I was starting to think that I used way too much gasoline and that there was no way anyone would call up it an accident. Even the story we cooked up that Rachel was getting gas for the lawn lawn mower, to explicate gasolene in the car, was sounding square.

I don't know long I was in the exhibitor, but it was starting to wrench cold and then Rachel knocked at the door.

"Are you OK ?"she called through the closed door.

"Yeah. I'm coming out"

I turned off the water, toweled off, and walked out to the bedroom.

I took some cloth out of the hamper and Rachel scrunched up her nose at me.

"How's it going to await if I go over to your place in newly material and freshly showered ? I'm not even going to comb my hair. The mussy the better."

Rachel nodded and then asked

"Now what ?"

"We wait for Kim to call and pray that everything goes OK over there. I have to say that I'm More than a little worried. Kim is all by herself."

"Kim's tough. I'm not worried about her at all"Rachel said plainly

Her certitude surprised me, but I did not argue. Instead I went downstairs and turned on the TV. Might as well get comfortable.

The sound of my phone woke me and I nearly screamed.

I swallowed by heart and stopped myself from picking up after the first anchor ring. Better if I was fumbling in the dark, being awaken from a well-grounded sleep.

I picked up on tierce ring.

"Hello ?"I answered thickly

"The fuzz just left ! I hope I didn't screw it up !"

"Why ? !"I asked in a panic"What did you say ! ?"

"Nothing. ! Easy, OK. I just don't know if I'm a secure enough actress ! messiah ! My tum is in a fucking knot !"

I swallowed and counted to three.

"So what did they say ?"

Rachel was by my side, leaning in to listen.

"It went about like you said it would. They asked if Rachel was home. I told them she went out clubbing and wasn't home. Then they asked if Rachel owned a Toyota with a particular license number. I didn't know Rachel license turn, but I told them she drove a red Toyota Celica. Then I asked why"

"That's good. What did they say ?"

"They said there had been an accident and that Rachel's car was involved. I asked if Rachel was OK and they said that the driver had been killed. I burst into rip and asked them if they were certainly it was Rachel."

"And ?"I interrupted

"They said they didn't know"Kim paused

"Well ? !"

"I stopped crying and looked at them. They said there had been a fire and that the consistency was badly burned. I started crying again. They gave me a few instant and asked if I would be OK. I nodded my head"

"Then what ?"I asked almost about to wet myself.

"They said I should call someone to be with me and when I nodded my head again, they left"

I let out an audible breath that Kim misunderstood for a sound of disapproval.

"What ? ! What did I do wrong ? ! she screamed out

"Nothing ! Nothing ! You were neat ! I'm just so relieved !"

"So I did honest ?"Kim said sounding very relieved herself

"Did you shed real tears"I asked

"Yeah"

"Then you………"

I never finished the time, because in the next instant I was throwing up all over the floor.

"Ron ! Ron !"I could see in the distance.

Rachel took the phone from me.

"Ron's thowing up !"she said excitedly.

I found my voice.

"I'm OK"I tried to sound confident, but I was not sure how all right wing I was. I was sure I had a concussion.

"Kim said she's coming over"

"NO !"I shouted. Which was a mistake. My stomach lurched again, but nothing came out."She needs to abide put."

Rachel relayed that to Kim and sisters went back and Forth. Rachel argued for me as the nausea passed and I once again found the power to speak.

"Rachel, tell Kim to stay put. You and I will hole up here. Ask her what she thinks about calling Tasha to follow to stay with her."

Rachel relayed my entropy and the two girls went back and Forth. It sounded like Kim was reluctant to call Tasha at this hour. But, when Rachel suggested it would go perfectly normal if she ( Rachel ) had really been killed, Kim agreed. I wondered if Tasha would be so affable.

Rachel hung up and gave me my phone. She went to the bathroom and I heard water running. She came back and began to cleanse up my mess. I was going to object, but I didn't think I could bend over to clean it up.

"You didn't take this good of care of me when we were married."I said by way of an apology.

"You should try to get some rest. As soon as I'm done here, I'm going to bed."she answered

I looked at my watch. It was almost 6 AM. I decided Rachel was mightily, but I had a sound call to make. I had to let Dr Syygo have it away what had happened and that I would not be in. My act to act.

I found his contact and made the call. It went as well as could be hoped. My headache and lack of eternal rest undoubtedly helped with my acting science. It was a short call. The doc did not even ask for any details. That kind of surprised me. I knew Dr. Syygo carried a torch for my ex-wife. I figured he would be very concern in the details. But, truth be told, I was super relieved when I was able to quickly get the conversation over with. His finally Good Book were"proceeds all the time you need ”. I hung up the phone.

"Ron. Let me use your earpiece. I hate that you made me go out my purse and everything in my car. What difference does it score ?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhh"I said"My caput is killing me. And you can't call in anyone. You're dead."

"I just want to tally Facebook."Rachel replied with a tone that said ‘ What do you mean I am, stupid ?'

"No Facebook either. You have to start support as Rachel Leah Jackson ; that new name you and Petrov came up with."I said

Petrov was the Russian mobster that got us into this heap. He was the one who stole money from the Russian mob, and let Rachel take the incrimination for it. But, he had also gotten Rachel fake newspaper so they could start a new life together. That was before he double-crossed her and took the money.

Rachel looked at me funny for a second, then turned and walked away to go back to beadwork. My head really did hurt. I decided I would pop some Nuprin and do the same.

The combination of my concussion and the limited sleep had me out pretty prompt. The next thing I knew I was hearing audio from downstairs. I was still groggy and really out of it, but I was certain these sound were not normal. I got up to investigate.

I listened as I walked, taking care to make as little noise as possible. For some intellect, I thought it important not to let whoever was downstairs know I was awake. As I approached my own sleeping accommodation doorjamb I heard a vocalisation, bring in, and speaking evenly.

"We're sorry."Said the vocalism that I thought sounded like Kim.

What the hell was Kim doing here ? She was supposed to be at her firm. She could inadvertently moderate the police to Rachel and spoilation everything.

I took a few more conservative stone's throw, entering the vestibule and selecting a path towards the stairs.

"Yeah. We're sorry."Said a voice I was convinced was my ex-wife.

Rachel had said she was going to bed. And who the hell are they talking to ? Part of an solution came with the next voice.

"Sorry does not matter. What topic is what you do."The ‘ what'came out like ‘ vhat ’. This Male vocalisation was speaking in a Russian accent !

‘ Russian !'I thought. ‘ We're all dead !'

I had stopped when the man had spoken, and I found myself at the head teacher of the stairs. I did not know what I was going to do, but the girls were with a Russian and that could not be in force news.

‘ You whores require to bide with the plan."Continued the Russian in an even voice.

"We know."Said Kim like she was acknowledging that it was raining.

‘ What the fuck ?'I thought. ‘ Kim doesn't strait like she is in trouble. What the Hell is going on ?'

I reluctantly and slowly started down the stairs. I descended four steps without noise. These stairs always creaked and it would take a miracle for the Russian not to hear me. But, I had to see what was going on. My very next step was answered with a loud moan from the step tread and I frozen waiting to see if I had been heard.

"We'll do better."Said Rachel

good. No one heard me. I took another step and the steps groaned again. The Russian was in mid-sentence when the stair had groaned and I frozen again ; expecting him to lay off and listen. But, he never missed a beat.

"Yes. You will do substantially. And we will see how you do better, powerful now."

Embolden, I took another step, which was mercifully understood. And then another. I was better than half way down. I could kneel down from here and look through the ballister to see into the living room. I decided to do that, as the Russian was continuing his speech.

"Kim, get on your human knee and religious service me. You aren't picky fond of tool sucking"

I finished squatting down and could now see what was going on. I expected to see some Russian mobster. I did not expect to agnise him, but I did ! After Rachel and I divorced we did not save in tangency. Once, a few workweek after the newspaper had been signed, I saw a Rachel with a lawyer-looking guy. We didn't meet or anything. I just remember thinking that I felt sorry for him. Now, as I looked at his side once again, I wasn't sure who to experience gloomy for.

I shifted my gaze. Kim and Rachel were standing side by side in the middle of the animation room, looking at the Russian who was standing about three infantry in front of them. They were wearing indistinguishable black tube height, which made their hide aspect pale. Their lower halves where clad in only small black step-in. Both baby were in total darkness high-pitched heels. Neither lady looked to be distressed or worried. Their posture was like they were talking to the school principle.

The Russian, as well as the girls were in profile, and he was dressed in black as well. caput to toe black. He had on a black suit that fit him well. A black shirt, with a black tie. Black loafers hid what I presumed to be melanize socks. The merely variety of color was his flesh musical note face and hands.

Kim was in the act of kneeling so I guessed I was going to find out if he had black underwear, too. Kim spoke as she moved.

"No. I don't like to give blow jobs. I prefer to eat kitty. I'll do it to make you happy."

"Yes, you will, whore."he answered.

I watched as Kim's knocker rose and fell more frequently, her breathing quickened in expectation. She was leaning back onto her tanned and shapely branch as she reached towards the Russian's fly, to obediently distil the Russian's cock. In an effortless motion he slapped her hands away.

"Put your hired man behind your backbone, whore."

Kim looked at him with surprisal and concern competing for dominance of her face. Maybe it was fear. But, she moved both hands to the small of her rachis and interlocked her finger's breadth.

The Russian took one long step towards Rachel, reached behind her capitulum and grabbed a handful of her blonde locks. He pulled her violently towards him and Rachel stumbled forward without crying out. He pulled her in close and kissed her tough. Rachel struggled ever so slightly, but then relented and accepted his clapper into her mouth and began to kiss him back.

With a pull of her hair the Russian broke their kiss and looked at her with an wickedness glare.

"You, Rachel, dislike having your tits sucked. Is that not true ?'

"Y..yes. I…."

Her judgment of conviction was interrupted as the Russian ripped her tubing top completely off.

"Petrov !"she gasped

Rachel's arms flew up to address herself. The Russian only smiled a confident and naughty smile.

"Help your sister. learn my shaft out, so she can get to work."said the Russian with menace in his voice.

So this was Petrov. This was the guy who had caused all this trouble. But, what was he doing here ? And why did the girls not seem to be afraid ?

Rachel leaned over to comply. Her two handwriting shook as she undid his swath and then unfastened his pants. The trouser and his underwear were down to mid thigh in the succeeding moment. The Russian's member jutted out, and seemed to lead up the whole room. It was large ; in the locality of 10 inches and as think as Kim's articulatio radiocarpea. The organ was unnaturally disconsolate, like it had been dyed or used to belong to a black man.

I looked over at Kim for a reaction and I saw her oculus go wide with trouble and fear. I was no where near this large and judging from her face, Kim was thinking the Saami thing.

The Russian had not released Rachel hairsbreadth and he pulled her back to a full standing status. He slapped her sleeve away from her C cup breasts and Rachel's arms dropped to her side.

Rachel's boob are perfect. They are milklike white, with a suggestion of tan telephone line. The ring of color are brown-pink and normally the size of a quarter. Both breasts pouted upward, seemingly asking to be sucked. Both world glistened with sweat and her mamilla were scrounged up into the tightest knot I had ever seen. Her titty had never looked this enticing.

I was hard as a rock. Seeing Rachel's tits usually did that for me, but seeing them in this state of arousal was more than Bruno could consume, even given the billet. . I watched as Petrov looked down on Kim. She was just staring at his large cock. She looked frighten.

"suction, squawk"Pertrov commanded

"Please, Petrov. Go well-situated. It..it's so big."She said in a modest articulation that I was unaccustomed to hearing.

"The plan is big, whore ! If you are not up to it, then should not deliver taken it on. Now put it in you mouth and get to play"

My little Kim is not prone to taking orders in any circumstances, but she immediately opened her mouth and took Petrov's erection into her back talk. She slowly moved her head back and forth, sucking and slurping audibly. This did nothing to help my backbreaking on and I watched as a well voice of the Russian's member disappeared and reappeared as Kim bobbed obediently.

Kim was only taking about half of Petrov's electronic organ and his patients quickly wore thin.

"All of it, whore ! You will consider all of it !"he roared

With that he grabbed her by that rear of head and pulled her in closer, jamming another duo of inches of his cock into Kim. Kim looked panic-stricken for a indorse, choking on the meat in her throat, but she relaxed and began bobbing again.

"That's better"Petrov said his typeface shifted to a fulfill smirk and the enraptured look on his typeface told me he was now much happier with Kim. He closed his eyes, and took a few seconds to enjoy the attention his harmonium was receiving.

Kim was trying to exert as much control condition as possible. But, her hands were behind her back and the Russian's fuzz hold gave him complete restraint of the tempo. All Kim could do was try to take more and more of the Russian and keep him from burying his rod to the hilt in frustration.

With each stroke Kim was taking more and Thomas More meat into her throat. I looked into her centre and saw that fear had been replaced by finding. I had no doubt she would bury his stallion cock soon.

Suddenly the Russian's oculus flew open, like something had broken the turn holding him to his cloud in Heaven. He his forefront whipped towards Rachel.

"Bring those mammilla to me, bitch."Petrov ordered.

Rachel stepped closer, stopped, and waited for him to bend down. Petrov was a animal foot or so taller, so Rachel's luscious ball were a full-of-the-moon two feet below his waiting mouth. To both our surprise Petrov reached behind Rachel, grabbed her underwear and lifted her off her foundation by them.

"Owww !"she screamed as her panties dug into her soft tissues.

Rachel writhed in nuisance and began to beat up Petrov with her fist. Her reverse, landing on his neck and shoulders, had the essence of a mosquito on a bear.

"Petrov ! No ! please ! Put me down ! That hurts ! Please ! she screamed as she continued to clamber and contend.

Petrov ignored her supplication of pain and her harmless onslaught. The twinkling Rachel's breast was near he inhaled the cherry into his sass. Rachel screamed again as he bit down on her breast meat.

"Owwwwwwww ! Petrov, please !"

His only answer was to pull out her in tightly to him, mashing her bosom into his face.

Rachel now placed both hands on his broad shoulders and used them to take as often free weight was she could off of the wedgie trying to break her in two.

Petrov alternated quickly between biting and sucking. He had a look of pure pleasure on his face, lost completely in the feeling of the breast in his mouth, and the mouth around his cock.

"Ow ! Ow !"came the softer but, still heartfelt supplication from Rachel"Please Petrov ! This really hurts !"

Petrov released his dirty money to attack the other and managed to grunt out

"You knew the plan would be terrible. You accepted that eagerly."

He latched onto her other breast again and agitate it like a dog with his hungry mouth.

"Owwwwww !"Came the plea that was nearly smothered by a wet sob.

Kim was not watching the show above her. It was mostly blocked, but she had her own difficulties. Her rima oris was distorted both by the package inside it, and her own sweat to adjust to it. This made it was surd to tell if Kim was worried or determined. Her wide eye were closed, trying to blot out what was happening. They remained that way for only another second.

They jerked open as Petrov spoke.

"More, cunt !'

Kim had not yet achieved total inscrutable throat and knew immediately that she was about to, regardless of her own desires or abilities.

I was sure I knew what was coming, but Petrov added a twist. With his firm hairhold in the back of Kim's head, he anchored Kim's body and pushed the full length of his penis deep down Kim's throat.

He had begun this invasion when Kim had pulled nigh of the way out and he began an almost agonizingly irksome pace of violating Kim. As each in entered her mouth, I could see her pharynx swell with the violation. I was amazed that Kim was not fighting this tooth and nail. contrary to that notion she was doing her honest to have this and continue to be Petrov's screw toy.

"Ahhhhhhh ! Yes ! That's a skillful little working girl !"he said as he completed the stroke and priming coat his privates into Kim's face.

With that he appeared to focus all drive on enjoying the sisters'eubstance. He began to aggressively face-fuck Kim, while both biting and sucking on Rachel's titty.

"No ! Please ! Owwww ! came another cry of pain. He moved from one to the other, number 1 sucking on a tit, then biting it. He would tire of one globe and relocation to the next.

Kim for her part was trying not to panic, but I could see the shadow of it appear on her aspect. A couple of tears escaped and ran down her nerve as Petrov'face fucking continued. Petrov would take his organ half way out and then push it back down Kim's pharynx with no view. Only his animalistic desire was to be considered at this dot.

At once he opened his oral cavity wide and clamped on to Rachel's breast and sucked deeply and I saw Rachel's eye's go wide in pain. Petrov pulled Kim back and she made a small slap audio as his peter left her lip.

Kim took a long, life enhancing breathing place as she looked up at the big Russian. Petrov held his cock like he was going to free himself and then shot a massive burden of his ejaculate onto Kim's nerve. Kim jumped in traumatise and squealed

"Ohhhh !"

His mental ability was like nothing I had ever seen. His jet exceeded an entire instant in distance and came one after the other. Kim quickly had white ooze all over human face, dresser, and hairsbreadth in seconds.

Petrov finished, released Rachel's nipple and she began to relax as he let her slowly down to floor, almost as an afterthought.

"You did well, whore."He said looking a Kim. He looked at Rachel who was pulling her underwear down in to a normal position.

"You clean your sis up."Petrov said with menace in his voice.

Rachel took one pace towards the bathroom and Petrov added three words to his sentence.

"with your tongue"

Rachel's fountainhead jerked to look at Petrov.

"Please not that !"she begged

"You knew the plan would not be pleasant. You knew you would give birth to do unpleasant things"

Rachel did not say another Son. She walked over and bent at the waist to begin licking Petrov's cum from her sister. Kim knelt there laconically and spent. She displayed no emotion, as she accepted her tongue bath.

Petrov moved behind Rachel and grabbed a handful of one exposed ass cheek.

"This is fine ! You do not like your ass fucked, whore."He said as a statement.

"No, Petrov ! Please !"Rachel said pleadingly. But, the raw emotion accompanying her three watchword told me she knew what was to come.

In one motion Petrov ripped Rachel's panty from her trunk, exposing her private opening. Except for the Fuck-Me- Pumps, which greatly accentuated Rachel's ass, she was completely naked. And bend over like she was, completely vulnerable. Petrov took a ace step towards Rachel, with his right hand guiding his dick to Rachel's exposed footling starfish.

In five geezerhood of marriage, I had never gotten inside Rachel's backdoor. She hated anal sex. She thought it was cheating and that it would hurt. Over the last workweek she had put that conviction aside and had allowed me much access to this coveted pleasance. But, I was not nearly as orotund as Petrov and certainly not as thick. I was thinking that he was going to rip Rachel's apart. That thought was foremost in Rachel's creative thinker as well.

"P..p.please, Petrov. You're too big for me there. You'll charge me to the hospital"Rachel was pleading. She should throw been in tears, but was actually moderately calm, despite her stutter.

"You're whore sister swallowed me easily. I think you do not sleep together what you are capable of."Petrov said matter-of-factly. His next sentence was in his mastery voice.

"Now, spread your ass."

"Please. I'm begging you. delight make me wet. Please don't do me dry"

Whack ! The audio of Petrov's orotund hand on Rachel's bare ass echoed through out the room.

"squawk. You expect me to tongue your cruddy hole !"

Rachel winced from the pain, but quickly answered

"No ! I only…"

"You stupid slut. You are to serve the programme ! The plan does not service you !"Petrov roared as he slapped Rachel's ass again.

Rachel jumped in hurting, but was silent this prison term.

I marveled as Rachel's emollient skin turned red and Petrov's finger appeared as pink apparitions, one on each side. They seemed to spread Rachel's cheeks themselves.

Kim crawled out from underneath her sister, still mostly covered in Petrov's cum.

"Let me, Petrov. It's not against the plan if I help my Sister, right ? We work together to service the plan."Kim said almost brightly, and certainly with conviction.

Petrov was silent as Kim eased between Rachel and Petrov and stuck her face into Rachel's ass. Rachel was in blackguard, curve at an embarrassing angle, and she fell forward, catching herself with her outstretched arms, ass still pointed skyward, as if a magnet pulled it to the sky.

Kim was lapping and probing with her natural language at a hurried pace. To my eyes Kim looked to be enjoying having her tongue in her sister's ass. Rachel's eyes were big with the pleasurable sensation as Kim's tongue wormed its way deeper and deeper.

"Ahhhhhhh"Rachel gasped out as she eased herself onto all Little Joe, dog-like in both her position and the way she her breaths began to come in pants and pant.

Kim used Rachel's pelvis as lever tumbler and pulled her face tightly into her baby's welcoming ass.

"Oh, God, Kim !'Rachel exclaimed

Kim relentless lapped and swirled and flicked her tongue into her sister's gradually relaxing sphincter. I watched as Rachel began to push back, trying to serve Kim's knife find its way deeper into her tight little hole.

"Ah ! Ah ! Ah !"came the phone of Rachel's approaching orgasm.

Without warning, Petrov grabbed Kim by the hair, threw her divagation and grunted out

"Enough."

In one question that belied all that should have been potential, Petrov used one hand to gather Rachel into a hunched over, rag-doll hitch position, with her shapely and now red ass at rooster grade. His other hand quickly guided his cock into position and he thrust into Rachel

"YAAAAAAAAAAAHHH. NOOOOOOO !"

Rachel screamed as her tight bunghole was violated with no additional admonition. She instantly transformed from ragdoll limp to rigid, as if she were being electrocuted.

My orientation shifted and I could see that Petrov's cock had found home plate and was buried about one tierce of the way into Rachel's butthole. That midget orifice was painfully stretched and distorted. It was a shock to see something so large in that hole. Rachel was squirming and fighting to puke the rod spreading her painfully apart.

"Oh, yes, whore ! That feeling good ! You are going to micturate this piece of work aren't you ?"

Rachel was had her sass capable in a mum scream and her optic were both all-encompassing and wet with tears.

"Answer me, whore !'Petrov said as he pushed himself a few in deeper.

"OWWWWWWW ! Yes ! Yes ! I'm going to create it work ! Oh, please Petrov, enough ! Enough ! Take it out ! You're splitting me apart !"

"You knew the price, whore."

Petrov released his turncock, and grabbed Rachel by her pelvis and instead of thrusting, pulled her into him. I could see Petrov's colored cock disappear into Rachel's perfect, white ass ; the direct contrast in semblance suggesting evil violating adept.

"Owwwww !"Please ! No more than ! Petrov ! You're too big !'Rachel chocked out, her own sobs of pain fighting with her supplication for mercy.

Petrov continued to sink bass into Rachel. It seemed like it took 10, 20, 30 bit for the entire distance to inter itself fully in Rachel's bowl. Rachel fought to relax, but it was like trying to fight the lunar time period coming in. The painful sensation seemed to get from everywhere and Rachel was overwhelmed by it.

"No ! Stop ! Please ! Please ! There is a limit, Petrov ! There is a bound !'

Petrov completely ignored her as her began to take back. Kim crawled quickly to her sister's front and lay on the floor beside her. Kim wormed underneath Rachel so they were face to face.

"It will be ticket, Rachel ! I'm here ! It will be o.k. !"she said with as much reassurance as she could muster.

With that the babe began to kiss passionately, and very enthusiastically. For a bit it was if the violation on Rachel's ass was not happening.

Petrov began to crowd back into Rachel

"You're a good sporting lady !"You knew the monetary value !"

Petrov said as he pushed back into Rachel, his fingers white with the force he used to dig them into Rachel's hips.

Rachel's eyes that had been closed under the kissing influence of her sister, jerked open in pain, once again.

"OWWWWW ! Too big ! Please take it out !"

‘ This isn't real'I thought ‘ This can't be real."

The sisters began kissing frantically. The slurping and smacking sounds growing louder and louder as the young lady'animal instinct began to take command.

Petrov was buried bollock deep in Rachel's distended ass a good deal quicker this clock time and the flavor on his face suggested his delight matched Rachel's pain.

"Bitch, you are so pie-eyed ! This is why the design will play !"

The Russian pulled back again and then pushed in, harder this time. He shivered as he began to bottom out, and I noticed I was rubbing my own very hard erection.

Rachel relaxed some, her ass becoming used to the girth inside her. But, she was still in obvious pain, wincing each fourth dimension Petrov pushed in and the bottomed out.

"Ohhhhhhh, yes, whore ! This feels so effective ! Do you wish have a Russian shaft up you ass ?"

"Ow. Please, Petrov. hurry ! It hurts !"came her answer

"hurriedness ? ! do the Russian's grunted out answer. He was still enjoyed the feeling of Rachel's ass squeezing his orotund cock.

Rachel sensing she had said something wrong

"I want you to cum, Petrov !"she moaned out, her pain removing all foretoken of seek solicitude from her works.

"Yes, whore. Cum, I will"he said groaning it out as he ground his rosehip into Rachel's ass, trying to drive his fellow member just a piffling father into her bowels.

Rachel jumped in botheration, but said nothing, fearing her intelligence would arouse Sir Thomas More pain.

Petrov turned himself loose now, pistoning in and out a pace that should not throw been possible. Rachel just grunted now, as their hips would come across. They made an unusually meretricious slapping audio and Petrov began a mantra, timed to the apparent motion of the shag he was giving Rachel's backdoor.

slap !

"You knew the cost !"

Slap !

"You knew the monetary value !

smacking !

Faster and faster he began to thrust. Rachel was now doing her dear to mislay herself in the kisses of her sister and the raw passion they were creating, but the pain in the ass was evident. Rachel's eyes stayed open now and each clock time Petrov bottomed out I could see a cry of pain sensation in her wild blue yonder, wet, orbs.

My own ass started to cauterize in sympathy. Each thrust of Petrov's caused me a jolt of painfulness and Rachel's eyes would bug out for an instant.

"This isn't real !"I thought"It isn't real !'

"It isn't actual"echoed a voice nearby"It isn't real, Ron !"come on !'

The voice sounded familiar and my intellect began to pull away from the picture below me.

"Ron ! It's not real ! wake up up !'said the voice more urgently.

Fog seemed to lift and I realized the voice belonged to Tasha.

"Ron ! It's just a dream ! fire up up !"

Tasha said with much more concern that I was thinking was necessary. I was OK after all. It was Kim and Rachel who were being raped.

"aftermath up !"she said again and a little Christ Within popped in my straits. I was dreaming !

My middle flew heart-to-heart and were filled with the mickle of Tasha's flaming red hair and bottle-green eyes.

She let out a gasp of relief, leaned in, and enveloped me in a hug. This lasted just a moment, then she was above me again, anger in her facial expression and voice.

"Don't you ever do that to me, again !"she said as her heart began to tear up

"Wha…Huh, Do ? Do w.what ?"I said trying to shake the cobwebs out of my creative thinker and get fully into this world.

"Scare me like that !"came the reply with much more emotion that I thought a dreaming should deserve.

"You've been out for almost a 1 ½ days ! And now you were thrashing about, like you were having a gaining control. You started yelling out about bawd and a programme. You were dreaming ! Having a nightmare ! But, you wouldn't wake up !

"What ?"

I said very confused. The whores and the plan were from the pipe dream, but why was Tasha here ?

"A day and a half ?"I was able to get out.

"Yeah ! I've been fighting with Kim and Rachel to get you to the medico, but they said ‘ No ’. They insisted that you wouldn't want to screw up the plan."

‘ Yeah.'I thought ‘ That sounds right field. We have to serve the plan'

"Why was I out for so long ?"I asked still trying to get fully back from the Sandman's world.

"Because you're fucking headland isn't as surd as I thought it was."she said angrily.

Oh, yeah. That made sentiency. I hit my head when we staged the accident. I hit it hard. What was the last matter I remembered ? I tried to get my mind working and slowly the appurtenance started to turn.

"Facebook."I said

"Huh ?"Tasha said, looking more bewildered than I felt.

"The finis matter that I remember is arguing with Rachel about Facebook."

Tasha looked on, waiting for me to continue.

"Then I went to bed, I think. Have I been out since then ?

"Rachel didn't say anything about Facebook. She said after you guys got back from crashing Rachel's car, you talked to Kim, called your genus Bos, threw up, and went to bed."

That sounded right.

"You know you have a shag concussion, SOB !"

That turned my thoughts to my head. I was expecting that sentiment to open the door for hurting to enter and the pounding to begin again. To my relief and surprisal, my brain did not throb. It hurt some, but all in all, I felt OK.

"My question doesn't hurt any more."I said a bit debile, not wanting to take exception her, but trying to offer a petty reassurance. It seemed to puncture her anger.

"That's a good sign. Let me see your eyes."

Tasha leaned in very close to depend at my eyes. I could see only her beautiful face and those stunning center. I began to examine them and could see little flecks of gold that I had never noticed before.

"You have beautiful eyes."

Tasha pulled back and with a grin

"If you're capable to flirt with me, then you're fine. If you have a hard on, then I'm sure of it."

She reached down, cupped my LBJ, and I jumped.

"erection. check mark. instinctive reflex are good and your pupils are the Same size. I think the danger is probably passed."

I looked at her and my mind drifted back to my dream. What the fucking was that all about ? Petrov and some plan ? The girls not afraid of him ? The girl willingly letting him ill-use them ? I felt my worry tick up, and shook the thoughts from my head.

"Where's Rachel ? I asked changing the subject in my head.

"She and Kim went grocery shopping"

"What !"I shouted"Rachel.."

"Easy ! Easy ! I know. I tired to verbalise them out of it. But, Rachel was going stir crazy. She's wearing an ugly chocolate-brown wig, sunglasses, baggy cloths, and they are going up to Brighton to shop."

The epinephrine spate passed and my nitty-gritty rate slowed.

"It's still not overbold. We need to get Rachel up into the mountains, to her uncle's cabin."

Tasha just nodded. I was fully awake now and started to remark Tasha. She was in a let loose blouse, and as she was hang over me, my center drifted that way. She caught me.

"Didn't you get enough of these the other day ?"Tasha said standing up and grinning.

"Nope. Those are truly striking. I could never get tired of them."

The dream I just had was fading, but the erecting that it had caused was not.

An puckish grin spread across her font as she reached down and lifted her blouse up, over, and off in one deliberate motion.

"I kind of liked the way you test drove them. Maybe you would wish them for another spin ?"

I was wondering if I was still dreaming as Tasha reached behind her back and began to unfasten her Edward Douglas White Jr. bra.

My doorbell rang. We both looked at each other with the Saame panic in our centre and motion on our brim. I just shook my headway at the unsolicited dubiousness. Tasha hurriedly put her blouse back on, as I looked out the window. It was a guy dressed in a cheap, well broken in suit. I shrugged at Tasha and headed out the door and down stair. She did not follow.

I got to the door, pulled it open, and looked out at the man on my stoop.

"Good afternoon, sir. Are you Ron ?

"Yeah"I answered warily

"My name is Detective Reynolds and I would wish to talk to you about your ex-wife, Rachel."

I put a mocking look on my human face, opened the door, and an invited him in. We sat and the police detective did not run off any time with pleasantries.

"You know about Rachel, correct ?"

When I nodded he continued.

"What do you know about the nighttime Rachel died ?"

I was caught a little off precaution. I hadn't had time to practise my story in my head. I took a deep breath and gave him a non-committal answer.

"Only what I heard from Kim."

He didn't move over me much time to reorganize as he immediately followed up, really not even allowing me prison term to go on, had I not been stalling.

"Which is ?"

"Rachel was involved in some variety of car accident. There was a fire and……"

I let my phonation track off, feigning a painful visual, but really just not wanting to say something incriminating.

"When did you last see Rachel ?"

Man, he was pushing hard. This was not a good sign. I fought with myself as panic made an appearing in the back of my mind.

I hesitated just a second before replying. I had anticipated this question, but did not require to blurt out my answer.

"It was at Kim's natal day company. Kim, Rachel's sister, turned 21 two Sabbatum ago. We were all out at social club Regina to celebrate."

"That was the last clock time ?"

"We're divorced, detective. Before that it had been respective workweek, and then it was just to see her across the street with some guy."

"You don't know who he was ?"

"No, I don't."

"Rachel was your ex-wife, even off ?

"Yeah, I just said that"letting annoyance creep into my articulation. I was trying to push back in a passive-aggressive way. It seemed to work a piffling, as the following interrogative was a bit softer.

"How did the divorce go ?"

"detective, what the sin does that matter ?"I said, angrily. I needed to get this guy to collapse me some information, so I added one of my own

"Why all the doubt ?"

"Rachel's accident was suspicious, in my opinion."

Interesting choice of words I thought.

"Suspicious, how ?"

"There was an accelerant used in the vehicle."

"An accelerant ?"I asked

"That's a substance used to make certainly a fire gets going and consumes Thomas More of the surroundings ?"

"Detective, I work with Dr. Syygo over at the sunrise morgue. I know what an accelerant is. What was used ?"

"petrol. A lot of it."

I did a mental gulp. I knew I had used too much.

"Detective, what do you mean an accelerant was used ? I thought Rachel crashed her car."

"Yeah, there was definitely a crash. But, the car was really burnt up"he answered, a bit defensively. He went on with his questioning.

"I've talked to Kim, and she says that Rachel was in the wont of carrying gas for the lawn mower in the car."

That option of phrasing,"in the habit"was also interesting. Either Kim had a made a mistake with the write up or the detective was fishing.

"riding habit ?"I asked surprised"When we were married, I always got the gas for the lawn mower.

"And you used to have a bun in the oven it in the car ?"

"How else to you get it from the gas station to base ?"I said allowing a little extra anger to grovel in. This guy was definitely fish, trying to make me wild so I would blurt out something poor fish. I was maintaining calmness, but he needed to think he was getting to me.

"You misunderstand me. Where in the car did you express it ?"

I don't think there was any misunderstanding. He was hoping I would mention the backseat.

"well"I said in a tone that suggested he was asking what two plus two was,"in the trunk, where else ?"

"We found an loose gas can in the plunk for keister"

"Listen, detective. Rachel wasn't the shrill knife in the drawer, but there is no way she would carry an open container of gas in the plunk for rear. She would be too worried about the smell."

"The smell ?

I chuckled

"Rachel understands that gasoline suntan, but she would birth been much more concerned that it would sustain made her car odour"

"So, you don't think there was any way she would carry gas in her backseat ?"

I was about to tread on dangerous ground. The smarting thing to say was No, and let the story progress to the Russians. But, I still held on to the possibility that maybe this could be written off as an fortuity

"Well, if the trunk was full, or if there was something in it she didn't want to risk getting smelly, she might put it in the spinal column seat."

"Like what ?"

"police detective, I spent five years trying to figure out the way Rachel's judgement workings and then we called it quits. I'm giving you the best I got."

That steered the conversation back the way I thought the detective had wanted to go earlier.

"You never answered my interrogation about the divorce"

"I wasn't happy about it, and Rachel made it pretty difficult"

"How so ?"

"I had to pay her for full equity in our house, make her car defrayal, observe the animation insurance dynamic for a year, and pay off her credit card. And then she drug the completely matter out for month with petty nonsense. They whole thing pee me off when I think of it."

tinker's dam ! I thought. He had gotten to me. The divorce did make me off and I had just given him a nice motive to kill Rachel.

"So you're not too broken up that she is gone ?"he said with the one-half smile of man who likely had his own divorce story.

"I loved Rachel at one metre. She was vain and obtuse, but I didn't care her any harm."

"So where were you at 1 AM on Mon morning"

"Up in bed"I chin cocked

He looked like he was finishing up.

"investigator ? You didn't tell me which department you work for. Remember, I'm one of the well guys, too ?

"Homicide"he said with an odd twist in his voice.

"It's been ruled a homicide ? How's a car clangour end up a homicide ?"

I was on shaky ground again. I have experience in the current of paperwork on this variety of thing, so knowing about a"ruling"needing to be determined was OK. But, I'm not an investigator. So throwing out my thoughts on car crash and homicide, were at to the lowest degree approaching the line.

"Dr Syygo has not made that shout. I actually came on the scene of the stroke while I was off responsibility. I'm not officially on the case."

A couple of matter went quickly through my judgment, but I need to establish something fast.

"Dr. Syygo is making the call !"I said excitedly

Kim had made certain that the smash happened in a spot where the body would end up with Dr. Syygo. But, I was not supposed to experience that. I was walking the line here.

"You didn't jazz ?"

"I talked to the doc very early Monday daybreak, when I heard. I called to give him the newsworthiness about Rachel and let him cognise I wouldn't be in. I'm fighting off some bug and I was out of it all day yesterday. I only just got out of bed a little while ago"

I said all of this with a signified of fervour that I hoped sounded real.

"Look, detective. I need to address the doc and find out what's going on."

"This is a execution investigation, Ron. You don't need to be poking your olfactory organ in. You're involved on a personal level"

My nub skipped a beatnik when he said"involved ”, but then I realized he only meant that I was close to the slip because she was my ex-wife.

"I thought you said it hadn't been ruled a homicide."

He said zip, so I pressed.

"Then what has your back up, detective ?"

"It just feels funny to me. The car was definitely moving fast when it crashed into the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. But the amount of damage done to the organic structure and the car. It just looked like a great mullein job to me."

"You don't have tox or anything else back, yet ?"referring to the testing done to see if there was alcohol or drugs in her organisation, or any other forensic tryout to help settle what had happened.

"No. just all the damage and the gas can in back."

I just gave him a half nod, and looked at him to make the next move.

"One Sir Thomas More question. Was Rachel seeing anyone ?"

"I'm not sure. I had mentioned to Kim that I saw Rachel with that guy I told you about a minute ago. When I described him, she said it was probably Petrov."

"Petrov ?"

"Some Russian guy, I guess. That's all she said"

"Would you recognize him ?"

"Maybe"I said not knowing what else to say. I was not even for certain I had even seen Petrov. The guy I had seen Rachel with, I had only assumed it was Petrov. This was before we had cooked up this plan. The sis and I had not compared notes or synchronized fib on this. It was easy to see how hard it was to get away with slaying, or like what we were doing. You just had so many lies to keep straight.

The detective pulled out a 4 x 6 photo from a pocket and showed it to me.

The sight of this guy shot my pulse through the ceiling and I felt my face prime. It was the guy in my dream. The little girl had called him Petrov in the dreaming. And he was the lawyer-like guy I had seen with Rachel. Seeing a exposure of him, made it real and got me weak kneed.

"That's him !"I said a little Thomas More excitedly that I had tried for.

"Petrov Simkova. He's Russian mafia."He said flatly"Did you have sex your ex was involved with the Russian mafia ?"

"Involved ?"I said shocked"You make it strait like she was some sort of gangster herself. I'm sure that if Rachel was with this guy, it was because he had money. Rachel likes the finer things in life. It was a big rationality why we aren't together anymore"

He looked at me strangely for a second. Then he spoke.

"I got ta ask. You're OK lookin ’, best than me"

I knew where this was going. I had gotten the question lashings of times. You see the great unwashed seem to copulate up with those on the same attractiveness scale of measurement as them. So if you see a girl that is an 8, you can bet her young man will be no LE than a 7. Or at to the lowest degree they would have started out like that. Old married pair can start out at 7 and 7, but he goes downhill faster and you end up with 6 and 3. But, Rachel was a 10 and I was probably a 7, which likely meant I was a 6 ½. At to the lowest degree the fact that he was asking me this said he was comfortable with me. Maybe he's not as suspicious as I thought.

"Kim showed my some pictures of Rachel. She's a frigging whang out. How did you ever end up with a girl that looked like her ?"

"tec, I'm not in the humour to return you the overbold ass answers I have come with throughout the old age. Rachel fell in love life with me. I have no idea why or how. I enjoyed seeing the look on the faces of hombre like you while we were together. That alone probably kept me married an spear carrier two years."

He half grinned, probably thinking he had overstepped a little. He got up, shook my hand, and we exchanged our good-byes. Then he was gone.

‘ Fuck'I thought"I'm gladiolus that is over."

"You did practiced"I heard a voice from behind me.

I jumped and yelled. It was Tasha. I had completely forgotten she was here.

"Dammit !"I snapped at her"Don't do that !"

Tasha just grinned.

"wellspring, it is assuring to know that you are on edge, just like the residue of us. You acted like you had ice body of water in your veins."

"It sounded OK to you ?"I asked calming down

"Yeah, it did. Kimmy and I talked on the Night you guys crashed the car and it sounds like you guys are on the same page. But, Kimmy didn't say Rachel was always carrying around gas. It sounded like that guy made that up."

"Did Kim evidence the cops about Rachel dating Petrov ?"

"Yeah, I wasn't there, but when the cops came over the second time, she said she told them about Rachel dating a Russian guy"

"sec sentence ?"I said before I remembered the detective had said he spoke to Kim.

"Yeah, Kim said a detective came to see her yesterday. moldiness have been this guy. I got the impression that it went OK."

"I hope she didn't get into too often particular"

Tasha shrugged her articulatio humeri and then I watched as her blouse once again came up, over, and off. This time there was no bra and Tasha's luscious D cupful danced and jiggled from Tasha's arm machination. The tight knots that used to be her areolas pointed at me and called me in. They were asking for me to suck on them. Those melon vine needed to be handled. My grueling on spring back into my pants as I heard Tasha say.

"Now where were we ?"

I closed the distance with both eyes on Tasha's breast. The subtle rise and fall of her bosom barely registered. My only thought was feeling the weight of them in my helping hand and of having my natural language caress one of her little cherry gumdrops.

The sound of my service department threshold undoer activating, broke the spell. I looked up as Tasha turned to find her bra and shirt.

This had to be the lady friend returning from shopping. Tasha's yummy knocker would have to wait. It was time to get back on the Same page and commence to service the design.

To be continued……