I’m Amanda King.”“Hi, Amanda. I’m Malcolm Porter.” I looked her over a bit more. She was a stunningly good-looking girl about my age. She lo...ked to be about five, eight or nine with dark red hair, a nice chest small waist, and reasonable hips. Her bikini hid very little and it looked like she tanned often enough to have a good even tan. I picked up the conversation, “I was promoted and transferred here from Atlanta. It’s different and not what I’m used to. I don’t know where anything or any. No, her eyes looked all right, still wide and blue, fair colors to match the fair blond hair which framed her face in a pretty brace of ringlets. She sat up straighter and stretched her neck high. No one would say that it wasn’t a pretty neck, and indeed she knew no man would fault the generous bosom that opened under it. She was seventeen, a girl with many suitors and still no match. She knew her mother was growing desperate, but Elise had acquired a reputation for being headstrong which too. Nina gave sharp little nips to the sperm canal as she worked her way up and down it. God, she seemed to almost be enjoying her disgusting task, but, of course, she had to pretend to love it or her hulking brute of a husband would probably haul off and slap her again."You better suck it now, Nina," Axel leered knowingly. "June just can't wait any longer to see what it's like to suck a nice big juicy cock. She's drooling at the mouth already."June flushed deeply and her startled head flew up to. In the second stood the image of Lord Hightower, the man with no face. As I looked at him, I knew what hate was. A blind loathing and a desire to destroy welled up within me. Beside him, in the last pane, stood Lizzy. Not Easy, not Elizabeth, but just Lizzy. Why was she here? What did she represent? I looked around the room again, and in each pane I saw a familiar face and I knew what they represented, but when I looked at her I didn't have a clue. What was different about her? Why would she be.