She closed her eyes and let her mind drift back to the memory...He had opened her legs, but kept them in the air above her and looked down at her slit...as he watched the pearly moisture seep from her perfectly shaved hole. He layed on the bed, his head hovering above her pussy, and she watched as his tongue extended and teasingly licked her dripping pussy, her head fell back and her eyes closed as she moaned, her feet resting either side of his head, on his manly shoulders. He had taken this. When I got in the office I stood at the counter waiting for someone to notice me. Then I saw her. You remember the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz? She worked in the office and according to the name on her desk she was known here as Mrs. Risley. I was told it sounds like grizzly.So I stood and waited. Finally T W W looked up at me with a raised eyebrow and croaked, "Yes?" I'm Chuck Nagel" I managed to get out.She motioned to a door at the end of the counter. "Go right in. Mr.. "That slab probably weighs more than all of us plus our cars," Cal said."Yeah," grumbled Will sarcastically. "I'm so glad you guys talked me outof bringing any dynamite. Otherwise we might have caused a cave-in orsomething." That breeze is coming from someplace," Cal said after thinking for awhile. "I'm going to see if there's another way out of here."There wasn't. There were ventilation holes drilled into each tunnel fromthe surface, but none were big enough even for a child.Moose backed. "Email me at [email protected]"The Traveler operated under an assumed name: Greg Harrison. That was the name registered in MPC. No one could look him up or find him under that name, even if they could break his passwords, because it wasn't his real name.He looked at the image that popped up on the little window that tracked the cat in Alex's home. He was surprised. No one else had ever figured out how he managed to invade anyone's private space. If he answered her, he'd probably never get.