She wore her short denim shirt and black stay ups, as requested, and my favorite black silky top. I arranged a couple bulls from craigslist (the good ...l days) and I asked them to hang in the lounge and wait til I pryed her with more wine, having them inspecting her from across the room. After about an hour , and her killing a bottle of wine, she was ready to go to the room. I met the bulls in the bathroom via text, gave an additional room key and to go up and wait.When we got into the room,they. She was getting into this a little. Making noises. Trying to hold herself down. I went back to work, entering her with my tongue, this time much further inside."Oooh, that feels like a flat dick is inside me. Do all girls like this?" I've never known a girl who didn't. I suppose some sheltered, cloistered type girls wouldn't like it at first. But, given the chance and having the right boy or girl doing it, makes it all better." Girl?" she said, "You mean one girl doing this to another girl?". But an evil voice inside his head piped up. "Who are you trying to kid, wiseguy? She's adorable, all right. But she sure as hell isn't a little girl! She's a young woman--a beautiful, sexy young woman... even if she is your daughter! Now what are you going to do about it?"Davie was straightening things up around the house after her father left for the lodge when she heard a persistent knock on the door. She looked up at the kitchen wall clock. 9:30. I wonder who that could be, she thought.It. But it wasn’t Terry or her girls she thought of now. It was that in-person interview with Bellick.When Sofi closed her eyes she could still see Mr. Bellick sitting in the corner of that cheap hotel room, a $2,000 roll of cash resting conspicuously on the writing table next to him. He was middle-aged but not unattractive.Relaxed as a cat, he had leaned back and crossed one leg over the opposite knee. His eyes were like chips of grey stone. They found Sofi’s and stared into her. His gaze sent.