It didn't matter. Even if she caught me, chances are she would just throw me out. I went through her laundry basket, searching for a pair of used pant...es, maybe a bra, or even leggings.After going through a few shirts and towels, I struck gold. I found two pairs of worn panties. A blue one and a purple one. I stuck the blue one in my face first, taking deep breaths, and then the purple one. Then both at the same time. I couldn't stop sniffing. My cock was rock hard. So much so, that I had to. You CAN sing! Who knew? You’ve been hiding this talent. You have what it takes. You’re going to sing with me – a lot, and I mean in public – in concert.” She prattled on about how good he was.Dave wasn’t all that sure. When she ran out of steam he said, “I beg to differ with you, I was terrible. I lost the tempo, mumbled the lyrics, and more.”“No, no. You don’t understand. I’ve sung those songs hundreds of times, and the band has played them at least that many times. We were well rehearsed. I grab 'my' purse and head towards the door. Jenny stops mebefore I can get to the door and reaches into the closet and grabsKatie's long black coat. "Just in case" Jenny says. I take the offeredcoat from her as she grabs her own coat. Jenny asks "You ready?" I nodmy head and get a huge smile across my face. We head downstairs to meetthe cab, passing a few other tenants of building. Thank god I don't knowthem. As we get in the cab, Jenny tells the driver, "AJ Dunham's andmake it fast." . Our visitor was not a he but a she. She was gorgeous, flowing blonde hair, trim athletic figure, huge tits and unbelievable legs. She was clad only in a cheetah skin and was armed with a bow and arrow and a Bowie Knife. She could not have been past her early twenties. We knew that we could not report this to headquarters back in Kinshasa, because they would have thought that we had lost our minds or were all succumbing to jungle fever. One thing did puzzle us. As she made her nightly circuits,.