If we were in a club and I had seduced him, this would be his ultimate fantasy. My breasts glistening with my own juices, sitting waiting for him to d... with me as he wished. I had to admit it, I was jealous. I wanted him to see me and be so irrevocably turned on by me that he would have to have me, right there and then. That was the effect I had on other men. I could walk into a room, pick the man I wanted, smile and he would follow me outside. The fact that he didn’t want me made me want him. There was only two, one light haired and skinned the other Asian. The blonde girl was officially a runaway a week ago who her parents were not actively searching for as fifteen year old runaways are not uncommon. I however did start looking.The private detective was put on the case but I planned for a week to search by myself, before the detective began.I went to places where runaways congregate which, to my non-surprise, hadn't changed in the slightest since I was a runaway as a. ”“Oh! C’est moi! Squeeze your thumbs for me!”I assumed that was the French expression for crossing one’s fingers, so I did. It was something to do, wasn’t it? As I watched her speedwalk towards the desk, I decided one last toilet visit was in order. I took my time and found they were ready to board Business Class passengers when I came back, which meant I had to brave a few hundred suspicious looks as I walked past the row of passengers who hadn’t even been called yet.“Ah! You ARE in the front!. What I would do to fuck her again. I guess that's why I was there with all these men ogling her. I still wanted and needed to fuck her.Steve had invited 14 of his mates plus Tracy and me. Tracy seemed to embrace it, I, however, felt out of place. The beach was busy as almost everyone was staring at Tracy in her revealing bikini flirting with the large group of black men. Then there was me tagging along, sticking out like a sore thumb. So many times throughout the day I was tempted to just leave.