. yes, it’s a good spot," I said, not entirely sure what it was a good spot for.He reached into the glovebox and pulled out a joint."So, what did yo... mean by wish you could help?" he asked leaning back and looking at me while lighting the joint."Oh, ehm... I don’t know. I mean, I’ll do whatever I can to help." I had a feeling you'd say that." He smiled at me. “You know my girlfriend hates giving head..." he said, sliding a hand down to his crotch.My eyes immediately followed his hand and I. 'You said I could kiss you, ' he whispered and leaned to her excited lips. 'I could fall for you so easy!' He lied as his mouth covered hers. How could he fall for her when he was already madly in love with her? All of the many girls' and women he had been with in his life all faded away, now the only one that filled his mind was Leona.She pulled away from his kiss. 'Oh my! Are you trying to take advantage of me, Sir?' Leona asked in a low, submissive voice. She didn't care if he was or not, he. Rowdy recalled that Tracee had been on the phone talking to her mom in route to the convention center in a cab when the call got dropped. After that she had never talked to Tracee again. She hadn’t checked out of the Blue Point on her own. He did a data base search for anything about the cab plate number. There was a hit that might be worthwhile to follow up on. On the night and about the time of Tracee’s disappearance an angry visitor had snapped a picture of a cab’s plate that matched the. Roaming around, he saw the private booths inside to view some videos. He paid the money and just picked a booth randomly.It was very dimly lit until the screen came on. He was desperately looking at the menu, if there was any selection for the black man or men fucking the white pussy. All the while, he was rubbing himself through his jeans. Suddenly, he was alarmed by a voice from behind. Frightened, he turned around to notice a hole in the rear wall of the booth connecting it with the booth.