As our friendship grew rapidly I became bold and called my Swiss Miss on the phone. With the time difference, I had to call at around 2:00-4:00am my t...me which meant sneaking downstairs and being quiet as to not get caught.She mentioned she was going to Zurich to visit her Mother, I joked and said I could meet her there. This started the conversation of me visiting Switzerland to see her in person. She was understandably nervous , so I gave her several weeks to think about it. She agreed and we. Anthony was an inner city African American pimp and a very accomplished one. Young, handsome and very smooth he was a natural pimp. Although still in his early 20's he already had a stable of whores he pimped on the street. He specialized in young vulnerable girls like Michele and knew with one look how easy it would be to acquire her and how profitable she could be. He saw her hanging out in a park while keeping an eye on his charges and approached her with his smooth style and banter. She was. Mom commiserated and then forgot all about our neighbors. Both in my heart and my mind, Missy was always held as a fond memory.I looked in the mirror. I had grown tall and I let my hair grow to cover my ears. I was still odd looking, but people excused my looks when they needed some information about something. A voracious reader I knew a lot about some things and a little about everything else ... or knew where to look for it.Missy had done one thing for me that last day. The hug and the kiss. I felt soaked. I wanted him to take my pants off, and soon. But, he knew how to tease. He cupped 4 fingers between my legs and rubbed his thumb over the spot where my clit was, rocking his fingers back and forth. He was bathing my tits with his tongue and he was making sure no spot was missed. After what the tongue bath and nipple chewing had done I was nuts with desire, but he remained patient. He trailed kisses down my belly to my navel. I swear he tried to lick my back through my belly.