Question Col Mustard

Despite your weakness for sexy widows, you tell Mrs White that her strip search will have to wait until after you give everyone an initial questioning. Returning to the hall, you call the military man into the Lounge.

Col. Mustard is a tall, stiff Brit, with short cropped hair and a neat mustache. His grey eyes glance over you, condecendingly, but there is a nervous twitch at the corner of his mouth that arouses your suspicions. The man was hiding something, you knew that from the start.

"Where were you at the time of Body's ****," you begin.

"I was in the Study with Yvette, the maid."

"Doing what?"

"We were...being intimate."

"How long did it take?"

"Really!" Mustard stiffened in anger. "I refuse to indulge this..."

"Look, buster, you can be as prim and proper as you want later, but right now, if you don't give me every detail of what happed in there, I'll pin this **** on you faster than you can say God Save the Queen!" you demand.

"Every...detail? Fine. I came into the library and found Yvette straightening up. She was half bent over, putting away a book, and I the hem of her dress rode up, so I could see the smallest bit of her black panties, at high contrast with the paleness of her thighs. We engaged in small talk for a bit, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her cleavage. The neckline was so low, exposing so much of her bosom, I imagined that one good tug upon the fabric would be enough to release its captive flesh.

“She noticed my attention, and, for all her demure voice and quiet behavior, I have never seen a more sultry, sensuous look upon a woman. Laughing, she asked how she “might service” me, and began unzipping her dress. Her breasts slid free, just as I had imagined, and as she stepped free of the dress, I could see that all she wore was a pair of miniscule black panties and a garter belt holding up her black stockings.

“Cupping one breast in my hand, I licked the other nipple as we settled onto the couch. She slid her panties off as I ripped my clothes off. Dropping to my knees, I slid my length into her, and she wrapped her silk stocking-clad legs around my waist. Her vagina was completely shaven, giving me a perfect view as I pushed deep into her again and again. As we copulated, she played with her breasts, pinching her nipples and releasing small moans. Finally, I felt her walls tighten around my cock, and she climaxed. I followed suit, thrusting into her with everything I had, and we collapsed in a sweaty pile.

“Soon after, we heard a scream. Dressing hurriedly, we left separately, and found the others in the hall, surrounding the recently deceased.”

You tell him you will accept this...for now...and you return to the hall. With thoughts of the Col's story running through your mind, not to mention images of your other "suspects", this case is really starting to heat up.