Diane was still fussing with Abby's last minute dress details. I had already looked the other girls over and given them my approval. Every one of them...told me that my new clothes looked wonderful. About some things, you just couldn't believe a female, regardless of age.But at least they were appropriately dressed for the dance and weren't trying to out-dress Abby. Finally we were able to don our cloaks against the night air and leave for the ball.A coming-out ball for a society member, as was. She gripped it as the base lining it up with her slit, “mmm… Mr. Flagstaff… I’ve been a bad girl… And you need to punish me” she said looking into his eyes. Justin knew there was no fighting it anymore and gave into the lust. He reached up putting his hands on her hips. “If that’s what you want” he rocked her hips as he lowered her a little.He felt the head squeeze into her and paused as she gasped letting go of the shaft. She let out a moan. She heard his soft breathing and tried to calm herself, convinced he would be able to hear her heart thumping behind her ribcage. She glanced around the room, desperately trying to work out his intentions for asking the question. Was he making a move on her? She tried to think of a non-committal answer that might steer the conversation to safer waters.“Why do you ask?” She said softly, in her fading Irish accent.“Do you remember Thursday night? I spoke to you on the phone?”“That’s right, you. Jesse Silver grasped his MP-5 tightly with his gloved hand. Through his night vision goggles he could just barely make out the rusty warehouse and the light leaking through the cracks around the main door. He took a glance at the tracking device attached to his vest. This was definitely the place. Finding the homing device had taken longer than anticipated, but he had gotten his truck hopelessly stuck in a ditch during his search. Rather than risk Max's wrath by calling in for backup, he had.