.." It pans down to the young man below her. He swishes his head from side to side. He's holding her hips with his hands and moving her around on his ...outh. He's doing most of the work; she's doing some of it. The camera shows the point where her crotch meets his face and finally the young man pulls back for air. He can't be older than nineteen. Some innocent baby-face pudge. But also a glaze of vaginal fluids and eyes that look beyond stoned; this kid is blacked out. He realizes now that he's. I was so grateful when Carol offered me a cold beer and a slice of leftover pizza. We all sat around and sipped beer and talked for a while.Steve told us that he had borrowed a pickup truck and we were all going over to Kara's apartment tomorrow morning to help her move into my house, which was becoming known as the slave quarters. Steve wanted us ready to go early because he had an appointment to get Kara's nipples and clit done tomorrow afternoon. So he let us go after we finished our. . but theFBI badge had no date of birth. I wrapped the ID up again.The next was Martha Franklin, also eighteen years old. I flippedthrough the same identification papers including MasterCard andfrowned when I came to a private investigators licence instead of anFBI badge. Mattie Franklin, Alias Investigations, with an address onNinth Avenue? I couldn't imagine being a gumshoe convincingly. Eveneighteen is a stretch. I shook my head. Not for a while. I put it awayI wondered how extensive the. I could now see clearly that her upper thighs were bare and no longer were there panties. She grinned at me with her impish grin that she knew made me so excited, so hot. We were still on the ramp when she whispered, ‘touch me’. There had been no effort to pull her dress down after getting into the Vette and it was obvious where she wanted my hand. Laying my hand on her inner thigh she wiggled and squirmed in the seat kicking off her shoes so one foot could rest on the dash giving me full.