There’ll be less prying eyes there anyway. I’ll call you and give you the address.”“Okay, see you then.” Dave kills his phone and drops in h...s coat pocket. He looks at us and asks. “Anyone up for a little shopping?”Dezi squealed clapped and hopped up and down.We were right down town where the expensive designer shops were and so we walked to a small exclusive boutique Dave knew about that wasn’t far. As soon as we walked in and they spotted Dave we treated like Vegas high rollers.Cappuccinos. There are enough drugs in that apartment building he owns to start his own syndicate if he wanted. I figure there are probably one or two prostitutes in that apartment, too. I bet that there are plenty that would offer to pay their rent in trade if he wanted. It’s always been that way and he’s always managed to avoid temptation.”“But the people in Calder City aren’t as jaded as what he’s dealing with now,” Beth noted.“Sure they are,” David countered. “Besides, it doesn’t matter what sort of. ‘Carla, I don’t have any-,’ I started, but she cut me off by raising her head and planting a full kiss on my lips. ‘Shhh…’ she whispered as she rolled over in the bed, causing me to drop down onto my side as she leaned half-off the bed and reached for the night stand drawer. A few seconds, a quickly ripped package, and a skillful maneuver later, I was on my back, my erect cock pointing upwards, with a condom deftly rolled over it. Carla squatted around my waist, bent at the knees with her hands. It usually took a week for any experiments to be marked and returned, but it was only two days later that David knew she had "marked" his. Nothing was obvious, but Mrs. Wilson had a peculiar look in her eyes. "David may I talk to you after classes please?" He nodded in agreement, anxious to resolve this newest test.Only hours later, "David, I must commend you on a successful experiment. It appears you did a comprehensive and in-depth analysis of her hypothesis and ultimately your results." He.