"This man..." Slade said, indicating Jane, " ... can read your mind before you've even made it up yourself, and is one of the best interrogators we ha...e."Jane smiled deprecatingly. "I haven't been able to get much from Pissoir up to now."Colonel Slade frowned in annoyance. "Pissoir is immune to pain, not that torture in itself gets very good results, but we use it to weaken a prisoner's resolve. Surgeon Armityge then uses a potion that will put a suspect into a dream-like trance. Usually we can. We both dozed off only to be awakened by a loud knocking on our room door. “Be a pal and see who it is,” said shilla. I grabbed my dressing gown and hurriedly dressed as I headed for the door. It was one of the waiters from the restaurant we had been to for breakfast. In his hand was Shillas mobile phone. “You left that this morning,” he said. “Oh thanks, would you like a beer?” “Yes please,” he replied. “Come on in then,” I said, pointing to. We were planning on going to our local porn theater one day last week when Lisa announced that she would like to come with us. After a lot of discussion we said we would give it a try. Dave got her fixed up with false id showing her to be 18, and I dressed her for the occasion. I have an extensive wardrobe of sexy clothes I use them for visits to our club and when we had parties at home, but more of that later. Lisa is now about the same size as me. We both wear a size 8 dress and have 34b. At about 5'6", there wasn't a part of her that was either too big or too small, from tits to ass, to waist, to feet. Even her wavey dirty-blonde hair only went down a couple of inches past her shoulders. A near perfect female specimen.Just feeling her soft skin with my hands got me hard pretty quickly. She noticed and drove her hand down my pants, jerking my cock with long hard strokes. (I guess we had both forgotten all about her boyfriend.) I got ahead of her and had her panties down to.