." This guy wasn't exactly being helpful. "Is there anything else you can tell me about her, the item, when you last saw her, anything like that?" No,...I'm afraid not. The information I have is on the back of that photograph."If I had any brains I would just tell this guy I couldn't help him. But, as usual, there was a problem. Money, I needed the job. "My fee is..." I started."I will quadruple your normal fee," he interrupted, "money is not an issue. I simply want her found. Quickly found." He. She let go of me. “I don’t think you deserve any more”My cock was going into spasm I had only seconds left“No please don’t stop”! I pleaded “I guess you really want to come then” she grinned“Yes, I panted, just a few more strokes please”“You do it, she ordered, rub your self, and let me see you come. You can come on my tits and stomach, but don’t you dare get any on my face. Now if you want to finish, do it”!I had no choice, I needed the release. Only 5 or 6 strokes and a steam of spunk hit her. For the next 25 minutes, he was on the phone and I was having a nervous condition. It had been dark out since almost 6,30 and now the parking lot was a deserted wasteland, except for his black truck and my little neon. I vacuumed quickly and swept, all the while those piercing blue eyes haunted me, focusing on me and my movements. Casually, I looked up at him and gave a quick grin. If anything was going to happen, it was going to happen tonight. As we both shut down the lights and computers. He regularly received admiration from women at various musical events, but was never seen to take up the many offers made. He had loved Jenny ever since he had met her at the music club. He was captivated by this shy, pretty lady, who played well but was far too modest, and who smiled bashfully when the audience applauded her work. He was devastated when Mark made a play for her and they had appeared to be an established item all this time. Tonight John was struggling. He felt great compassion.