" You really will do it"? She said. Marci was twelve years old; Todd and me were thirteen. I smiled at her, " yes I said I would". I looked into her b...autiful blue eyes. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail; she was wearing old, faded cutoffs and a white tank top. I could clearly see the outline of her firm, young tits beneath the top. Her legs and thighs were smooth and tan, with little, fine blonde hairs on them. She had a string anklet tied around one of her slim ankles, and her feet. ..Anyway, we made each other up, dressed just in our undies, and thenslipped on our tight, black cocktail dresses before heading off to theparty."So, Gwen, what is going to happen tonight?" I asked the long-leggedlovely beside me in the cab."It's a private-room instruction party."Gwen went on to explain that this meant that when we arrived we would beput into a private room, just the two of us, and that there would be anenvelope of instructions separately addressed to each of us. We wouldeach. He felt particularly wonderful this morning, and quite horny as well. He felt a small, soft hand squeeze his usual morning erection.“Good morning,” she said softly.“Morning,” he returned.“Are you rested?” she asked.“Very much so,” he said, smiling.“Good, because it’s my turn.” She squeezed his manhood again.He looked down and gaped. His prick was at least nine inches long and fat as a prize winning carrot. It was also hard as rock. He had a sudden fear that the effects of the beans might become. I miss love though. *** At last I grow tired. I have had no orders in over two years. Have they forgotten me? I send in my resignation but receive no answer. I move to another city and change my name again. My mail will not be forwarded. I have never been here before. It seems a far less cosmopolitan place. Conservatism is the rule, at least in public. No one knows me here, and I have no contact with any of my past. Just for kicks I go to a church one Sunday. It is a different denomination from.