Then she bent her head down again, peering through the space between her dangling jugs. The blonde could see that her own hot snatch juice was setting...down the fur around King's mouth. His black nostrils glistened with it. His dark-pink tongue laved sloppily over her cunt, parting her hot lips, then laving her clit again and again with its smooth, wet surface."OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!" The big blonde moaned shamelessly over and over until she sounded like an air-raid siren. Then suddenly. Wouldn’t any private eye? And he went to conventions to do surveillance on guys who were away from home, like any private eye would. But what he was really there for was to sell them “recreational aids” as he called them.And while his reason for hiring my mother was to get into her panties, I think he really did fall in love with her. She’s an easy woman to love. And, of course, she’s really pretty.Anyway, it got worse. She did sleep with him that night, because she really thought there was. Jason Ellerbee does not hire technicians who cut corners or who cannot or will not teach. Or learn.That’s me. My ‘Halfway to a Double E degree and I need a job’ approach worked, somehow. Glad it did. Got to see real people, all mixed up as to backgrounds and races and abilities and skills working together. In the middle of that I made a name for myself.Now I got Carl out of the deal.Or he got me.Or we got each other.We hit town at dusk, checked into our hotel.“A shower we can BOTH fit in,” Carl. The idea that he wanted to show me off to strangers was a turn on. I wondered what they thought. One day Jon brought up the guy who wrote the stories. It turns out Jon had talked to him on the phone and thought he sounded perfect. I was skeptical. Jon started by showing me pictures. He was not gorgeous but he was certainly attractive. Jon told me how much the guy liked my pictures. It made me feel good to know he thought I was hot. Then Jon and I started discussing the stories. Jon asked me.