One eyebrow arched as she grinned.“That’s a lot bigger as well!” she said as she reached out and held his lengthening member. Marek flushed slig...tly and grinned.“I know, um it was probably a mistake for me to look at porn stars when I was about thirteen. I think I must have subconsciously measured myself against them.” Marek groaned as Heather’s hand swept lightly over his sensitive glans. “Uh, and, ah, and I, I guess I was still a growing lad.”Heather watched as Marek’s cock reached it’s full. He took off his overcoat and carefully hung it in the wardrobe before returning to the side of the bed."Well, well, well," he said, "You do seem to have been a naughty girl, don't you? You must have tried to run away or they wouldn't have restrained you like that."As Molly went to plead her innocence, being the part she expected to have to play with him, he interrupted her with a strict admonition to silence. Slowly removing his suit, he again hung the jacket and trousers neatly in the. There was one last call to make and it was the company Kim least wanted to visit: That was Precision Manufacturing, Inc., the home of Chester Klem, the erstwhile maintenance guru. To make matters worse, Precision had the full line of year-old AT machines, and the purpose of the call was warranty service. The company claimed that the AT machines were no longer producing to specification, and Kim was 99 percent certain she knew why.It was 9:30 when they arrived at the company’s plant in East Los. ‘She busted me. Saturday, at the Teen Center. She made me walk with her. She’s very persuasive, made me tell her everything. I had another nightmare last night.’ ‘Same one?’ Devon asked. I nodded. ‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘But… I think the girl in my dream is Maranda.’ His eyes widened. ‘Really?’ I nodded again. ‘Her eyes… They are the same as the girl’s in the dream. But I’m not sure it’s her.’ ‘Hmmm.’ ‘Maranda told me that whenever I felt the need to… to cut,’ I said, my voice hesitating. ‘She told me.