Look at how excited you are. I know what you want. Look into my eyes. I said look at me. I know what little fuckers like you want. You're a bad, bad s...ut you know that? You must want it really bad. You know what you're here for... you need me to say it out loud, huh...? What you're here for...? You're here to suck my cock. Yeah, don't pretend you don't want to. I bet it's all you think about all day. Listen here.... Deep inside my jeans I've got a solid 9-inch cock. You want some of that? Then. But I thought it might be best if I first introduced her to the idea of sex with more than one other person – we were half-way there with that show we'd done last time, but I wanted her to experience real group sex.So I called my friend Melanie and asked her to come round one evening. I also invited Evelyn, though I didn't tell her that Mel would be there too. Mel and I had both dressed in our show outfits, which for me is a short, black leather skirt, a white shirt, knee-high black boots and. "The pushers - who are they?" Mark snapped."Johnny Canning, Billy, his brother, and Sam Quaid, but I haven't seen them around for a while," she quickly answered. "No one's seen them, as if they disappeared."Mark licked at his thin lips. They were the three Clete had picked up and turned loose the next day. "Has the traffic died down?" I don't know, Mr. Denning. I've never been involved with drugs at all," she answered, slowly slipping her arm around the back-rim of his seat as she slithered. Therewas also a barbaric looking wooden chair bolted to the floor, withleather straps attached both to the armrests and lower down closer to thefloor. Clearly some prisoners were considered to be "trouble", so thischair would be to ensure they didn't try anything on by way of escapeduring an interview. There was also a wooden table, with a chair at eachside. Deborah and I put our briefcases down on the table, and sat down ona chair. Maria the Police Sergeant stayed on her feet looking out of.