She tenderly lifted Lisa’s right leg and placed it over her shoulder. She’d make this the best orgasm yet. And they’d had a few. Her fingers str...ked along the soft inner thigh as she lapped at the juices beginning to flow from the aroused sex. She savoured each taste. Her eyes held Lisa’s as she blew along the blonde’s soft folds. They stared at each other for a good thirty seconds. Without speaking, Grace slid her tongue back to the sensitive clitoris. Her eyes closely watched her captive’s. “Ok, Mrs. Williams,” he challenged, “There is a way you can prove it.”“And how would we do that, Bobby?” I asked in a frustrated tone.“The lady in the picture has a birthmark on her left hip,” he said, “Show me your hip, and we can see.”“I’m wearing a dress, Bobby.“So,” he challenged.“I would have to pull it up,” I growled, “I’m not going to do it.”“Come on, Mrs. Williams,” he smiled, “You know it’s you. And you know you have the same birthmark.”“Can we talk about this later, please?” I asked. The man walked over to the bar, sat down on the stool next to Tim. "Bartender," he said, "beer, please." Lieutenant Kramer?" said Tim."That's right." He turned to look Tim over, surprised that he was speaking to such a young man; he seemed little older than a kid. "You're the one who left me the message?"Tim nodded."Well, what have you got for me?" I work for Jay Snyder," Tim began. "I'm his driver. I'm not very high up in the organization, but I keep my ears open and I remember what I hear.. —— The following week went by relatively uneventfully. Monday morning saw Max and Imani giving their second round of motivational blowjobs, both looking dynamite in smart business suits that were tight in all the right places. They were careful to swallow so as not to let their clothes get messed up, though Max insisted on working through most of the morning with some of Dominic’s escaped come drying around her luscious glossed lips. The scheme was turning out to be a runaway success, by 4pm.