He felt something stir in his pants and took a deep breath. "I…I'm…um. Why are you asking?" He stuttered, shame and uncertainty on his face. "I do...'t know. I thought maybe you and I could…" she started saying, turning a bright red and turned her gaze away from her father as she trailed off."Could what?" Tom asked, almost afraid to but already knowing the answer."Never mind, it's stupid." Presley said blushing."…Have sex?" Tom asked cautiously, staring at his blushing daughter as she looked back. Even though I was extremely turned on, I started shaking nervously as I proceeded to dial the phone number to begin the interview.I was almost stuttering as I stood nervously pacing my dorm room while talking to Pete. He asked my name, age, height, weight, hair and eyes color, penis size, and if I was straight/bi/gay. Then he asked what my pain tolerance was, I hadn't a clue and said probably not much. Pete laughed. We talked about my sex history in great detail. Then Pete said he needed to. " What do you need investigated?" I got flowers yesterday." I saw them." The card was a bit creepy." Unsolicited flowers? Creepy card? Ignore it." I'm supposed to meet this person at the truck stop at ten p.m.,Monday."Jazz looked at him. "Are you going?" No." Problem solved." I want to know who it is." Why?" Because."Jazz looked at him. "Curiosity is expensive." That flower van followed me for a week." Wait. The white van?" Yeah." But it turned out okay." It has a funny vibe." Eight hundred an. She set off down the landing towards the stairs and towed me around the house, finishin up in a well appointed sitting room where she walked me in front of a roaring fire, she instructed me to keep my eyes down and left me there. She walked away and sat down, took out her mobile phone and proceeded to make a call. I was too far away to hear properly but caught snippets such as 'first time', 'fun' and see you soon.It was quite uncomfortable by the fire and I was starting to burn whem Mistress.