An image of Trixie, tears running down her face while she was raped, came to Laney's mind, bringing a sadistic smile to her face. She knew it wouldn't...be hard to find guys willing to fuck Trixie, since all of her dad's friends ogled the woman when they were here. The issue would be finding someone who wouldn't be afraid to hurt the bitch or back off when she said no. Laney would have to give it some thought before moving forward.***The Next DayLaney knocked on the front door of her dad's best. "Would you care for something to drink, coffee?" "No thank you, I'm good," Susan answered. Less than a minute later Jason Marshall walked into the room. He was the stereotypical old school lawyer, early sixties, gray hair, well dressed in a three piece navy blue suit. "Good Morning Miss Adams. Thank you for coming on such short notice." He said. He continued without allowing her to respond. "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. We checked into the Martinez family as you requested. What we. My hands moving along your body, I stroke your inner thigh, just beyond your pussy lips, bringing my hands back, up to your breasts, playing with your nipples, massaging around your entire bosom. I gaze into your eyes, then move down to you sweet pussy, gently caressing your clit with my index and middle fingers, while I gently lick the bottom of your clit with side to side motions of my tongue. I slide two fingers in your pussy and being caressing your inner walls, licking all around your. " Huh? Whoa, hold on. You aren't going to apply any nanites to Debbie. We may have broken up, but I still like her. Heck, she's one of the only girls I've met this past year who wasn't a gold-digger. Besides which, remember our conversation about the dangers of nanites in the brain. That's a big no-no." That's not what I meant. It may be possible to build a companion for you using biological assembler nanites." A robot or android would be neat, but not for sex, thanks. Well, maybe R. Dorothy.