Bingo! A willing slut. With my suit case in front of me I started to rub my cock. Fuck I was so hard and making it so obvious I was staring right at h...r legs. After a few minutes the slut uncrossed her legs and got up. Mmm...she was a good looking cunt. That was a rush. So as I walked around to find my next victim, I spotted a fuck slut maybe in her early twenties sitting on the floor by her gate I assume. She was on her laptop plugged into the wall. I spotted her cause of her fucking cleavage.. Go get 'em."As I walked back to my office, I felt more like a traffic cop than a business owner.Deanne was sitting at the conference table in my office with her little Latino co-worker.When I looked at them questioningly, Deanne said, "Gene asked if you could come by his place today if you have time. He says he may have something for us." Do you girls know what this is about?" No Sir," Deanne said. "But it must be important, since he called last Friday and again this morning." Thanks, girls,. I would look for a singleyoung woman with no immediate relatives living. My connections with thecourt system would be helpful. I came up with a plausible cover story. Itold people I was handling the estate of a moderately wealthy woman whohad recently passed on and was looking to financially assist orphanedchildren; it was my job to find worthy candidates. I got plenty ofuseless leads, but finally learned about Michelle Marshall.I found out that Michelle was 17 years old. She had been an only. She collapsed exhausted on top of him, panting heavily and immobile.“I think I'd like a little rest now,” she said in a fake little girl voice.They lay there, her in the crook of his elbow, dozing in that lovely state between sleep and wakefulness. She wriggled, and then rolled over on to her other shoulder. He moved towards her, maintaining bodily contact with her sensuality.He woke with a little jolt, and looked down at her lying curled up against him. God, her buttocks were attractive, soft,.