“You know, you’re like the fuckin’ modern-day bartender, ain’t you? Do people ask you advice and shit? Tell you their problems? Oh shit… I�...m sorry. Where I come from, if you ain’t swearing twice in one sentence people look at you funny. I’m trying to cut down but I’ve been fuckin’ drinkin’ and it slips out. Shit, sorry, there I go again.”“Where’s that you’re from? And don’t worry, I’ve said some of those words myself.”“I’m sorry, you’re just so proper and all. I was in the Marines. And you try. ....never mind he could fuck her and take pictures at his will. He lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. She was awake but not coherent. He laid her on her back and placed her legs over his shoulders and got to work on his targets. He noticed she had trimmed nearly all her hair away. He liked that. Her lips were just two vertical lines....perfect and rarely spoiled. A typical teen pussy. He got to work on her clit and soon she opened up letting him get one finger then two into her. On top of winding him up with all that skin.He made a huge effort and got past Grace as she braked at the University exit onto the dual carriageway. The car and Paul had turned left. He chased after them. He was stronger than stickboy, so that ought to outweigh his bike disadvantage.Mia watched Mohammad going berserk along the edge of the road, with his bike waggling from side to side. He wasn’t going to last. But luckily for him the cars were all queueing at the roundabout, in the rush hour. It happened three times in the hour she spent in front of the camera. (The biggest continuous 'goose bump' in the room was the one she was staring at between my legs!!)Each time the episode was barely perceptible. I could see that something was occurring but had no idea as to what. The poses were simple cheesecake, no porn, no masturbating. The most overtly sexual thing I asked her to do was to pet and play with her amazingly firm well-appointed breasts. That exercise was to give her untapped.