That husky voice again."All done, I don't think you'll find anything out of place with thereport, but do your best." With that she nonchalantly sat d...wn in thechair opposite my desk and crossed those beautiful stockinged legs, afaint smile on her lips as she held my eyes, following up her verbalchallenge with another, altogether more unsettling physical one.I looked down at the open but barely read report, trying desperately tothink of something halfway intelligent to say.After a few silent,. Her jaw and eyes were squeezed shut. Her toes curled as she squirted a small river all over her brother's crotch."Hmm..." she whispered, her fingers digging even deeper into her brother's stomach.She gave two more bounces and saw Mike's body jerk. He came next. She felt a huge spurt of cum shoot inside of her body. She gave several more bounces on his crotch, each one making him flood more cum inside of her. She knew he was done when she felt the hard cock become soft inside her body. The. " I got lucky. A nice man helped me." Yes. I'm using his cell phone to make this call."There was a pause and then she handed my phone back to me saying, "He wants to speak to you." Hello?" To whom am I speaking?" Rob Dalton." Thank you for helping my daughter Mr. Dalton. Can I possibly ask you for a little more of your time?" I suppose." I'm going to wire Melissa some money until I can get there to pick her up. She has no identification so she might have trouble getting it from the bank. Could. I felt so alone, folks. Matthew and Lionel were busy with their new girlfriends. I was a lonely, somewhat chubby and deeply closeted bisexual black guy on a campus that worshiped handsome, wealthy and athletic heterosexual males. Jeff was too busy hanging out with Nicole and her dumb-ass friends to help a brother out. So I had to solve this problem myself. One night, the solution presented itself to me. I was at this gay bar on Boston’s South End, drinking a Bloody Mary while watching.