"Three reasons, the first is to deliver to a client, the second to collect my girls, the third to escort a rape victim for counselling and recovery by...her relatives." I said.Evans sighed, "I notice you're involved in a court action later, is this anyway connected with your delivery?" He asked.I didn't bother to lie, "Yes, I've asked the FBI here to make Alice a ward of the court, this way she can legally be adopted and travel outside the USA." I told him, giving him Alice's name was deliberate. Furthermore i was supposed to travel with the buttplug inside me until i arrived at the airport in my mistresses hometown. the next day i did as i was told and travelled to my mistress, arriving at the airport i went to the bathroom and took the butt plug out as instructed. i entered a cab and gave the cabdriver the adress (156 Mistress Avenue ). In the 20 minutes cab drive i wrote with mistress on our chatprogramm and got more and more excited. finally we arrived at the adress and i paid the. Only, that wasn't right. Was it? As Marcus pounded away like a machine,occasionally reaching down to roughly grope my boobs, I found myselfremembering things ... differently.Kris and I out by his pool, splashing each other. Marcus coming out tojoin us, sipping on a margarita while lounging in one of the deckchairs. Wearing only a pair of short board shorts, it had been easy tosee where Kris got his drool-worthy body.The horseplay between the football star and myself continued, but Ikept. It was hard they seemed to be stuck. I kept trying and finally they yielded to my will. The first thing I saw was that Jan was a red head again. I saw her and it triggered the memories from our childhood. The high school dances and of course the crushes. Not to mention the groping behind the gym, while inside the gym the school's basketball team lost another game.The memories it did not bring back were the ones explaining how I got into the hospital again. I knew who she was, but I didn't know.