“Your houseguest is on the line and he seems irate.”“Wonderful,” I sighed. “Put him through.”She did.“Hi, Jon,” I answered. “What’... the problem?”“I just had a visit from two bloody plods from the bloody Federal Bureau of Investigation!”“Agents Stone and O’Toole?” I asked.“That’s them. I felt like a Chicago hoodlum caught in bloody clothes with a firearm! What did they want with me?”“You live at Cirque du Steve and those two have taken an unhealthy interest in my affairs for a long time. It. I know you like it. You know you like it. Let's just have some fun with it.” you say heading to the kitchen to mix drinks. You return with a glass for me and tell me to stop pacing and sit down. I take a gulp from my drink. “Maybe I should just tell you what to do. That's worked so far.” you say looking up at me from the couch. I take another gulp.“Looks get to bed. We have a long day tomorrow.” I look at you and wonder what you have in mind but I'm too afraid to ask. We head down the hall and. Her dress was hiked up in the rear. Jim's hands were plainly visible holding both cheeks of her fanny. Hmmm, that looks like fun, I thought.Of all of the girls, Melissa Kern had the nicest breasts. For this evening, she intended to wear a tight bra to hide her bosoms, but when we all decided to go braless, she shrugged it off with the comment, "In the dark, no one will see them."Maybe not, but when dancing close, Brent Adams figured out who she was. He had seen one of the girls leading Terry. Understood?” as his hand rubbed slightly against her hardening nipple under her dress. Christine froze for a moment and took a short quick breath before nodding and whispering lowly, "Yes Sir, Mr. Dunn,” and she turned for the stairs. Christine slipped into the room and sat on her friend’s plush bed. She had slept there many times before, but now her head was spinning as she waited for Mr. Dunn to arrive. Thoughts and feelings flooded her mind and she reached the conclusion she had made a.