It was just after seven and Sarah would not be back for several hours yet and that was exactly why she did it. Sarah always was a tease sending me all...sorts of photos that never left anything to the imagination. Sarah loved to look after herself and at just under six feet tall all I could see was the perfect woman. With the body of a model and legs that no sculptor could match I was quite frequently hard twenty-four hours a day and she loved knowing it. On this particular day it was worse for. Concentrating, he eased the tip of the knife against the photo. “Bon. See? No damage.”To me, he said, “You were right. It’s a microdot. Vien. I have a microscope in the back.”We followed him into an even more cluttered work area. When he bent to look at it through the microscope, I stopped him. “You don’t need to see what it contains.”He nodded and stepped away.I glanced through the eyepiece, adjusted the focus, and straightened. “Is there a way to transfer this? Print it or copy it to a memory. So, off I went to try a Hail Mary. With whom, you may ask; let's call her Melanie. A beautiful young woman, barely 19 years old. Her shapely, yet lithe form was a recent development, but one I eagerly embraced - or was trying to. With Indonesian parentage, she was maybe half an inch shorter than me with her high heels on, and her amber/golden hair was long enough to reach her nipples.We were out at a restaurant with such a group of mutual friends where I had positioned myself (with the help of. I take hold of your hair and raise your head up, my tongue darting out licking your neckline as I cop a handful of your tits under your top. My breathing becomes heavier and deeper. “come with me you dirty girl” I grunt into your ear, not letting go of your hair as I lead you in between the trees, away from prying eyes. I choke you as my free hand smacks your face, stinging short slaps making your cheeks flushed. I gather up a big goblet of saliva and spit it in your forehead, the warm liquid.