I'm not, um... a hooker..." I looked away, reaching for the door. He grabbed my arm. "Please... I'll drive you anywhere! I need this..." I didn't kn...w what to do. Sure, I've fantasized, but it was never like this. I didn't want to lose my virginity in a filthy truck to a filthy truck driver! There was also the little dilemma about my lack of a vagina. I thought for a second. "What do you want?" I asked shyly. "Just blow me! That's all!" I considered this. "I've never..." "That doesn't. " Frank paused again as if trying to muster the courage to depict the scene. "He seemingly smeared and dipped his fingers in blood and wrote on the wall - "The dead are coming back now, rot in hell traitors.” There was a moment of dead silence in the room. “Does it make any sense to you Mark?” Frank asked as he flipped a new page in his notepad, waiting for any crucial piece of information from the grieving man. “No, I have no clue. How can you be so sure Jack is the murderer?" Mark sank. Only working and sleeping. My husband is gone to work, and my parents are taking care of the k*ds. They are taking them to some kind of amusement park today." Smiling I said, :Well... you've got the whole house for your own today..." She just looked at me.., "Fancy drinking something else at my place?" I agreed with that and after I paid for the coffee we left.When we were at her house, she took out a bottle of nice wine and glasses and we sat down at the kitchen table. Anny started,. She grabbed his cock and taped it to his stomach and then put silk panties on him. Next she put a tight knit dress on him that clung to his huge tits. He now looked like a freaky slut cross dresser. She kept his body shaved with no hair on it any where and slipped his feet in six inch heels. She knew just where she was taking him to find him a gay male. Sixth Avenue had a lot of them hanging out and she wanted to fix him up with a couple of them tonight. She took him in the back of the limo and.