This was a white blouse with a plaid skirt, knee high socks and flat shoes. Many of the girls were very pretty, and I would get to know them later. Th...re were also women in dresses. They were also very pretty and I would get to know them later. Judging by their smiles, they knew what was going to happen next. We didn’t. Jackie stood in front of us, while Liz was behind us. “This looks like a good group. I intend to fuck each and every one of you. Before I do that I want proof that you are real. I am a private investigator who specializes in helping women deal with abusive relationships."He looked at her quizzically, not sure how this applied to anything. A hundred questions bubbled up in his brain as she clicked the remote control and he saw Jayne, dressed professionally, talking to his wife! He sat back in shock as he heard a complete lie about him leave her lips.Jayne stopped the image at that point and let it sink it."She hired you?" Yes, to set you up, take some incriminating. “About what?” she asked. He made up a story of course, which she bought, and they went inside. He was thinking about Hannah while talking to his mother but finally broke away and went upstairs. He hoped to get some alone time. He went online. “Hannah Harbor. Hannah Harbor” he said aloud but quietly. He put in the name. He searched and he searched, trying a few social networking sites, and finding her there on one of them. He also was a member so he thought what the hell and sent her a nice note. The base of the fake penis sat directly over her clit and as she took it in hand and gently stroked it, she knew that it would feel good to fuck Matt with it, that it would stimulate her as she did. She was grinning, she felt a sense of power rush through her body and she looked around until she spotted a tube of lube on the bedside cabinet. "Are you ready for me, boy? Are you ready to feel my cock inside you?" She purred as she climbed back onto the bed behind him, stroking his tense.