"I laughed, but it came out with that snort I hate. Damn, he'd know he had me. "Fine. I'll tell all, but it's more than a three-cookie story, so you'd...better refill my milk and bring in a platter."In seconds he had zipped to the kitchen, slid a couple dozen cookies onto a plate, and filled a large glass with milk. I couldn't help it. That swiftness in complying had me giggling. He settled in to hear the story."What's the last thing you remember?" I asked."I came back from putting our prize for. I was wearing a plain dark blue collared shirt and a black knee length skirt. He without noticing anything bent me over against a wall and raised my skirt and removed my panty. He started kissing my leg and was gradually moving toward my pussy (it’s always shaved) he was kissing the back of my thighs and was gentle this time so I was getting comfortable again.I lost my control when he started his assault on my pussy he was licking my pussy and was playing with my clit this went on for a 5. It would take several minutes for her frazzled nerves to recover. To keep her out of mischief, I took out the injection pistol and loaded it with a fresh ampoule. I pressed the trigger and shot a dose of the drug into her bloodstream. Slowly her eyes closed and her head drooped forward.I dismantled the portable traffic lights and stowed the equipment on the backseat of the hire car. I drove off, leaving the BMW parked at the roadside with the driver apparently asleep at the wheel. I discarded. Can you talk them into it?” “You just did,” interjected Gwen from across the room. Neither of the two men had seen Gwen emerge from the bathroom and sit down on the bed. They both stood immediately. “Gwen Anderson! I don’t know if you remember me but we met briefly.” “Of course I remember. You had that really good band that Steve played with the same night I sang at Jack Timberline’s concert. You guys are very good. If you don’t think I’d embarrass myself or your band, I’d love to perform with.