"I don't know," she muttered and the two men looked at each other with raised eyebrows."Where is it?" Andrei asked. "We cut you up, we no care." I don...t know," Vicky wailed. "The Police searched my house and they found nothing. I don't have anything."Andrei snarled and Vicky shook her head; she was scared and worried as she had not seen these men before. They clearly knew about her brief liaison with Oliver prior to his arrest but she didn't want to be involved in Oliver's mess."What makes you. They were straight down to business. “We will toss a coin to see who has your first, ya? We both want to bring your cock to orgasm. The loser can watch.”Suzie was the loser and helped me undress, loafers, slacks, shirt, bikini briefs and then my crotch-less lock strap. “Your cock is rock hard already, you must like my body. Sit in that chair and my man will start on you while I watch. Can I tease your nipples while he sucks you?”I can see Suzie’s body in a wall length mirror and focus on it in. I didn't want a call from the complex manager, telling me of a complaint of lewd behavior. Of course I could always counter with a peeping-tom complaint. Careful to cover my ass, I grabbed a Sharpie and scribbled a sign on apiece of paper that read: "Get a web cam, it lasts longer!" I figured it would scare her away and out of telling anyone. When I held it to the window with a pissed off expression, she looked startled. She put the can down and went immediately into the house. Crisis averted.. "Samantha had thanked her numbly, not giving her any indication one way or the other that she had appreciated this advice, even though she really had. Ms. Foreman had made nothing that could be considered a pass at her, had not even overtly said what she was really talking about. But none of that mattered. Once Cindy Brecken saw her leaving a private meeting with the lesbian teacher and once Mignon and Alexandra got their little hands on the story, it was as good as written in stone. Ms..