Her wet thighs. Karl took a reflexive step back. “If Roger VanCamp did what Mr. That man had been beside himself. I watched in fascination as she encircled her fingers around the base of my cock, opened her mouth, and dragged her tongue up the length of my cock. He was definitely the guy beating on me.” I pointed to the fading bruises on my face. I put about four bullets in one of ‘em,” Chloe said, hiking her thumb roughly in the direction of the body bag while squinting at me through one eye. As soon as the last of my semen had leaked out of my dick and into her, I collapsed on top of my blonde lawyer and enjoyed it as she began running her perfectly manicured fingernails through my hair. All three of us entered, followed by Chloe, and I shut the door behind me. Not getting the police involved meant that we were at a stalemate—I had the kidnapping/beating/murder charges on him, and he had the dirt on me and my company.
