She just loved to hear men moan and cry. In most cases, she could ride a man until he begged her for mercy, and she was multi-orgasmic and had been fo... years. She picked up a magazine and thought about the last man she had mounted and ridden, teaching him gaits and patience. It had taken several hours. She loved the look they had when she tightened her Kegel-trained vaginal muscles on their striving boy muscles, almost astonishment as she crushed their proud cocks and then twisted. It often. ‘I am, a talent agent of sorts.’ The expression on her face changed to that of subtle humor as she rolled her eyes skyward. ‘Really? That sounds fascinating. Actors, singers, that sort of thing?’ I asked. She summed me up momentarily, and unbuttoned her coat, letting the lapels slip away from a rather impressive figure. She looked me in the eye for a long moment before quirking an eyebrow. ‘Can I count on your discretion Mister Sutter?’ That sounded ominous, but her eyes never stopped boring. She gives a nod and Spencer heads to the next door. They repeat the process with each door they come to and each time the search turns up nothing. “I’m guessing these are just regular administrative offices,” he says as they stand by the last door at the end of the hallway.“We split up to cover more ground.” Samantha offers.“No,” Spencer says sternly. “If this is a trap it better we’re together and not divided. If we don’t get through everything tonight we can always come back.”Samantha gives a. Stacy owns three professional grade flutes, including a Burkart Piccolo, an Azumi AZ3, and finally her Gemeinhardt Ali Ryerson's, which is her baby. I don't know her whole background with music, but I do know that she's won awards since the sixth grade and that her Grandmother is her instructor and the one who got the flutes for her. Stacy will be a Senor this coming year and is going to be, according to her, spending the Summer preparing for and doing live auditions for Julliard and the Curtis.