“You already admitted you wanted to fuck me. Can’t you at least call me pretty?”“Fine, I want to fuck your pretty ass, so get over hear alread....” Stacey grabbed the hem of her shorts as she contemplated the request. “The offer is going fast. If I lose my nerve then I'm gonna have to blackmail you to keep your mouth shut forever.”“Goddamn it!” She shouted as she yanked her shorts down, revealing her bare round hips and her maroon panties. Her tank top was hiding her waist but just from how. So I try to talk to her and make her feel good about herself because she feels that she looks ugly. Again, she disappears for a while and I dont hear from her. She reaches put to me again and I come to find out, she's no longer living in Texas. She moved out of state. So I'm thinking this probably isn't going to happen anymore. But we still keep talking and sending pic and videos. So she told me she would still be down for me to fuck her, but I would have to come visit her. I agreed on it and. While there were people in attendance who were there mostly because they were friends of Susan's parents and thus had to be invited, some of the adults were Susan's friends as well. Mark and Jackie were near the head of that list. They had been her parents' best friends as long as Susan could remember. When Susan had been young, Oma Birgit had mostly looked after her so her mother could work, but Mark and Jackie had also been involved. Mark had actually spent time in Germany in the Army over. We spent several minutes being given the third by New York's finest. It turns out the stiff was Lester Swartz, a gee who jumbled numbers.Sarah and I took the express elevator down and asked to see the building manager. Sarah flashed her FBI buzzer and everyone was eager to help us. It seemed that Marks had an office on the 88th floor and had enough moxy to register the office under his own moniker!The fact that we (Sarah) were with the FBI, got us the key to Mr. Marks' office. We took the.