She jerked as if to stand up (which was impossible of course), body tensing up, butt hole tightening into a star. She started protesting, but that I i...terrupted with a hard slap on the right buttock. Leaving my hand to caress the reddening slap area, I leaned forward, whispering “My dear, I am going to explore that hole weather you like it or not. You know I know what is best for you, don’t you?” She nodded, but her body remained tense. Leaning back I started drawing semi-circles around her. Six feet tall, blonde, ripped, tits till Tuesday... but I can’t figure out how to approach her.”“Hmm,” purred Marie, sipping, the wheels already starting to turn in her head. “What’s her name?”* * *Serena was usually completely self-assured, but she was a little nervous as she approached the house. There had been something mysterious and alluring in the voice of the woman who had called her that morning, offering a very nice sum for a private yoga lesson. It wasn’t just the French accent,. Our attendants willbe by to gather any trash items you may have. Currently the weather inSan Jose is partly cloudy with a temperature of 74 degrees. We will bestarting our descent shortly, thank you." a pleasant female voice saidover the speaker.Elizabeth fell back in her chair, looking at her watch. Finally, shethought. She still wasn't sure what 'Candace' had said to her theother night, but according to the plan, all the targets had beeninfiltrated and hopped, save for Jessica. Hopefully. Question Mark said. I thought some more. ‘Sure, sounds good.’ I love mysteries and who doesn’t like pretty pictures. I didn’t have enough money to buy good art, but I had a passion for keeping my place charming. Depressed art isn’t really pretty, but they’re might be some other options. We hung up with a plan to meet at the Hoop at eight. Hmm. It was like a real life version of Mystery Date. It wasn’t Kevin, he was under DO NOT ANSWER in my phone. It wasn’t Chase either, I burned that bridge.