’‘Chrissake, it’s Arnie, how many more times? And if you’re not sure what the fuck are you doing here. Wanna drink?’It was 11 am.‘White wi...e?’‘It’s scotch or gin.’‘Gin then.’ I waited as he poured and lit a cigarette. ‘I think I’ve got Liz Prosser, the councilor.’‘I know who she is. Get on with it.’‘She’s sixty and plays the marriage and family values card to death but there is a chance, just a chance she was a sex worker in her twenties and may have worked for Gordon Harper.’‘A whore?’ Arnie. They could make out at least two more figures inside, through the open door. Bill went off to the left and Steve to the right. Niall swears he lost sight of them before they had covered twenty yards. Steve came back first. He'd discovered a Dutch barn - one of those things with a curved roof supported by steel stanchions but no walls - it was full of hay. This struck them as odd because there was no other sign that this was a working farm.They waited for Bill to come back. He had found a sentry. Suddenly, he attempts to withdraw but she uses all her strength to keep his penis in her mouth. When sperm floods into her waiting mouth she swallows greedily while moaning sexily. After he becomes flaccid she removes his wonderful organ and kisses the tip then daintily lies it on his stomach.After a few moments his concerned voice queries his beautiful wife, "Don't take this the wrong way but where did you learn how to do that?"But Cheryl is ready and the words flow easily, "My imagination and. Rachel caressed her face the only part remaining of this stranger'sartful disguise. "Oh well time to say farewell, Rachel, until next timeperhaps...." she stated wistfully to herself. She followed that up bygrabbing her hair by the roots, and after a brief painful yelp, her haircame off as yet another wig. "Oh my what have you done, my poorhair...." she said while in character one last time, then chuckled "OhRachel you poor dear...or not since you weren't there." She smiled thenpulled out a set.