I don't know what I'dexpected to find online about ReStorr that I didn't already know, butI'd reached the point where I needed something - anything - ...o joltme out of my current mental rut. My instincts, instincts honed by mymany years as a detective with the LAPD, told me I was missingsomething but for the life of me I just couldn't seem to see it.In the afternoon I decided to check out the conference hall/ ballroommyself. This was partly selfish on my part. It was Saturday andCalvin Corso was. When you look at those young girls on the internet do you ever compare us to them. I mean do you ever think about us while you look at them, besides you get to see me naked all the time. Emily says you probably jack off as soon as we leave the room. My heart pounded as I tried to think of a way to answer her that didnt make me sound like a pervert. Amber, you know I like to look at girls your age so I cant say I havent compared you to the girls I see. Most of the time I think about how much. . I apologized, but she was apparently pretty ok with it... and started french kissing me again.I went back, of course, that was too good to be true... Second time was starting about the same, rubbing her pussy on my hard cock, I started to rub the head of my cock lower to see her reaction, she was actually getting all wet about it... She told me she really liked last time, and that I was great. It didn't feel like a fake compliment either, but again, I have no clue in the end!She quickly went. ' I stood and she turned and I followed her, watching her sharp heels as they clicked on the stone floor. I watched as her arse swayed, tight in the green leather. She hailed a cab and it stopped. They never do that for me. She gave an address, not far away. She took my hand and held it. The block was modern and expensive. We rode a lift to the 18th floor. I followed her down a carpeted corridor and she opened the door and stood back to let me through. I wanted to follow, not lead, but I went.