I am a middle man that arranges things for my clients. Over the years I have fixed it for many girls to simply disappear. The youngest was a newborn. ...he oldest, so far, has been nineteen. Sometimes I get specifics, sometimes a photograph, but most of the time, I am given just general descriptions. The ones I get photographs of are harder, but I have not yet failed. The last one was a sixteen year old, who I kidnapped on her way home from school. The chloroform on the rag made short work of. I found her ***** and explored it. She was soaking wet. She mounted me and guided me in. She gasped. “You are so big. I don’t know if I can take all of it”. I said “It will be ok Mom, we will just go slow”. I slipped her night gown over her head and saw her in her full glory. What a great set of boobs, 36C and firm. She shuddered and moaned and talked dirty. “**** my wet ****, **** me hard, **** me hard. Slide you **** in and out, **** me, **** my ***** baby”. Those are her words and not mine.. I had plucked my eyebrows to two fine lines. When Darla and I had been lovers back in reform school, my style was very butch. Since leaving Ida-Watkins a month earlier, Aunt Shelly had taken me to the mall and treated me to a full makeover and a whole new wardrobe. I hadn't sent her any recent pictures of myself. She was in for a surprise.Right on time, Darla Rothstein showed up on my front porch. When she saw me, she snickered. "You pervert, you're in drag," she joked, using her usual dead-pan. The pulsing of my cock in its cage only worsened and my jism made mypanties even more soggy and sticky than they already were.I slumped forward from the intensity of it all. My leaning into myMistress's pussy and ass drove her further onto the bed. We bothfloated in that wonderful bliss of a deep, deep climax.As I wafted along in that blissful cloud I became aware that Michaelwas now standing close behind me and had brought his face next to myear. In a low voice he spoke to me again."I rule.