I heard the toilet flush and the shower start before I could reach the half-open door.If I had been chewing gum, I probably would have swallowed it wh...n I pushed the door completely open and saw her there. The light from the high bathroom window was brighter than the bedroom, and it was almost a spotlight, shining on her perfect form, poised so I could see her. One hand was outstretched, testing the water temperature. Her nipples were stiff, probably from the cool air in the room. The muscles. ’ ‘Oh I can’t wait till I get my hands on you.’ I tilt my head sideways. ‘And in you.’ Now she’s pissed. She hits me in my wound and I pass out again. 7 WEEKS LATER For weeks I’ve searched. Every database, every computer I know of and found nothing. Apparently Tess Reims is a cover. Smart girl. I’ve spent hours sitting in front of a computer searching for anything that might lead me to her. I think I’m losing my mind. Why am I so obsessed with this girl? I need to get out. I haven’t had sex in. Her lips were soft and the taste of her tongue was like honey. Her hand was stroking my hard cock through my pants. I had my hands on her huge tits, implants, but who was I to judge. We reached a point where I was about to cum in my pants from the extreme intensity. We broke our grip from each other and straightened ourselves up and walked back into club. One of her friends approached asking if she would help them with something and so she had to leave for a bit. She leaned in and her tongue. I slowly moved my eyes over the photo. She was wearing black high heels with dark stockings that clung to her shapely legs. Her stockings stopped midthigh and showed off the contrast with the milky skin above. She wore black lace panties that looked as though they were almost see-through. My eyes scanned over her toned tummy and pierced belly button. Her breasts stood high on her chest, supported by a matching black lacy bra that showed just a hint of her nipples underneath. Her collar bones.