”“I understand, but unless you want me to call an attorney, and delay several hours, if not days, Ms. Clarke will sit in this session with me. She...��s our CFO. Based on past experience with the CPD and FBI, I don’t speak to the police alone. I can’t imagine why I would need a lawyer, so Ms. Clarke will stay.”The detectives looked at each other and shrugged. I asked for their cards and they handed them to me. Detective William Boltz and Detective Jayce Monroe. Boltz was white and Monroe was. For most of my body I was nothing but skin with no hair in sight,but I was given another treatment of electrolysis to prevent any furtherbody hair from growing back. I was then moved to a salon chair where thetechnicians would work on my hands and feet to give them a nice round edgeand a coat of pink nail polish.The next part was my hair. The technicians used the same colors on my hairas before just to make sure the color didn't fade. Then they used hairrollers in my hair and applied each one. “Please stop,” Dana moaned as I finger fucked her.“Should I still stop?” I whispered as I nibbled on her ear lobe.“No,” she moaned as she rubbed her ass against my crotch.“Look at them now!” Dana’s eyes were riveted on the couple in the house, their bodies silhouetted against the lights of the room. The woman had turned around and was on her knees sucking the man’s rather large cock. Dana gasped as the man began to face fuck his companion while I pulled Dana’s panties down.“Jack, not here!”. What do I think about? well that is a tough one to answer. What don't I think about would be a little easier. For starters I think about when we first met, all the time. As I said, every time I go past the bench I was sitting at the first time we met I think about you and smile. I think about how nervous I was on the ride to your place. I think about everything you taught me, and often make up scenes in my head.I think about the day you introduced me to age play, how you bought special made.