He kept pushing me until my butt was sitting on my ankles. And thenhe folded the top of my body down over my legs.Holding the back of my head pressed ...nto the bag, he repositioned my armsat my sides the way he liked them, and rearranged the sides of the bag abit. "Don't worry," he said, rubbing my back soothingly. "I won't tell Momyou tried to get away." Then he began to zip up the bag, from my head tomy butt. The bag got dark. I tried to move but couldn't. My consciousnessbegan to leave me. Darleen gazed pitifully down at Caroline.Caroline was licking her lips to show Darleen what she was going to miss if she refused to confess. That first tonguing had really gotten Darleen worked up, and she began to whimper with terrible need and frustration.Darleen reached down and placed her hands behind Caroline's head, trying to drag her face back into her crotch. But Caroline turned away, avoiding the contact, determined, even though she was drooling for more of that tasty pussy."Who was. And I'll also need a phone number."I gave her my cell number and hung up. I was sweating. That was harder than I thought it would be.I went about my day trying not to focus on a week from Tuesday. That was 12 days from now. This waiting was going to be painful.At 4:30 my phone rang."Hello?" Hello. This is Markie Rogers, Candace Withers' assistant."I was heartbroken. She's calling to cancel the appointment."Hello Ms. Rogers. What can I do for you?" Ms. Withers has had a cancellation for. She didn’t even knock, just walked right in like she owned the place." Get the hell out of my house!"Joanie stopped in surprise, ''So he's going to try and bluster his way out of my clutches—like hell," she thought. Aloud she said, "I thought we had an appointment?" We did, but what gives you the right to just waltz into my house?"Joanie held up an envelope. "Imagine how little Amy will feel once she sees this." Imagine how Amy will feel when she discovers how you've been spying on us. Imagine.