She jumps at my exclamation, and I grab her hand reassuring her. "It's okay. Just be careful with that, please. It's the only one I have and I need it..." And what are these dangling berries?" she squeals, giggling as she juggles my balls in her tiny hands."Oh, ummm, well, first of all, they are not berries. Bigger than berries, right? Those are my balls and are even more sensitive than my cock."As she continues her exploration of my body, squeezing my shoulders and arms, I ask, "So, have you. They are sparkling with my bodily juices, and she sucks them clean. She kisses me, letting me taste my own cum. My turn, she says, and lowers her wet underwear… TO BE CONTINUED… NOW IM GOING TO WRITE RANDOM LETTERS TO GET TO 5000. She barely acknowledged me and just looked nervously towards the ground. If I was to guess her age I'd say she would be around mid 40's."May we come in for a chat?" Mr Hussain said calmly in his deep voice whilst catching his breath after the walk up the stairs. "I'm not exactly dressed for visitors I'm afraid" I responded mindful of the fact that all I had on was my black satin dressing gown and my black thong underneath. "Never mind that this won't take long Louise" Mr Hussain said gruffly in. “Have him watch the back door.”“Good idea. You?”“Heading to the office.”At the office, I looked through Sandy’s notes. She pointed out Kyle had been camera shy. The only semi-clear photo they had had been from the California drivers license he had managed to create despite the phony name, with an address south of Mission in San Francisco which turned out being a hotel. The exaggerated smile he did for it had almost been a disguise.But there had actually been other photos gleaned from.