When I started at Ash Vale University, I was a shaggy, 5.11 foot tall guy, who never seemed to have a sense of fashion. I had a flattish chest (I trie... to get a six pack but alas it seems my body isn’t built for that) with reasonable sized biceps, not enough to go walk around in a tank top or anything. I would usually don a plain pair of jeans, white shoes and one of those checked shirts. I looked more like one of those hardware store employees more than anything, embarrassing when you learn. "No need to apologize, Mister Traverse. I was just saying that I was able to do a lot once you made those phone calls to some higher ups. You must contribute a lot to the pockets of some mighty important people," the private investigator replied."Yes, sadly, it doesn't always help out the way we want it to though," he stated, shrugging as he scanned the information."As you can see, your brother was born the day that the State told your parents. The date was given by Miss Kingston. It goes on to. Finally, she broke the kiss adjusting her self lower on my lap. She relieved her lacy stocking tops that matched her lacy underwear that showed her black and ruby gem piecing above her now almost dripping slit that left and quite damp spot on my jeans. Without invitation I traced my hand up her leg letting my thumb brush solidly along her full wetness. Her eyes closed tightly as she took a sharp breath savoring my touch. She then held me neck pulling me in for a kiss I had never gotten from. The drug acted quickly and soon both the mayor and his wife were unconscious. The mayor awoke to find himself naked in his bedroom, tied to his bed. ‘What is the meaning of this?’ He yelled. ‘Oh, so you’re awake.’ Said Christina, handcuffing his wife to a large chair. ‘It’s simple, I’m going to make you two my sex slaves.’ With this Christina pulled out her jar of Blue X, scooped some out and began to massage it into her pussy. ‘You seeing like that?’ She asked the mayor. ‘You, young lady, are….