But why me? Why go clear across the country when there are, no doubt, lots of guys you could get right here in Atlanta." Because I know her well. I cr...ated a profile of the type of man she will fall for. I had Mr. Drummond computer match those characteristics against actual men. Your name turned up as first on the list." Look, Ms. Seaver, I appreciate the offer but..." All right Mr. Williams you drive a hard bargain. Fifteen thousand." You don't understand. It's not the money. First, I don't. " I know he's been texting you. He arranged to meet you here tonight,and I don't think it's for the first time either!" OK...." Alexandra took a deep breath. "He is here. But it's not whatit looks like." What does it look like?" Well, to you and your friend, I'm sure it looks a lot worse than whatit is. We are certainly not having an affair if that's what you'reworried about." So what is he doing in there with you then?!" I can't say." Oh come on, you know that won't do. I'm not going to leave. How wrong can a lad be, pride comes before a fall they say! Mom at tea-time had filled my glass (and I later suspected her own) with juice, not once but twice so by the time I wandered into our bathroom, I needed a pee quit badly. To my surprise she was sat naked on the closed toilet lid, the bath had only about 6inch or more of hot water in it, no doubt to warm the huge old cast iron roll-top bath of those days, dad had recycled ours from a bombed local manor house and it was a huge clumsy. Her tongue elongated and entered the still open and quivering orifice! To her delight, Jasmine managed a couple strong sips before she made up for spent energy and could drink no more.When it was finally over, she rolled off of the whimpering Snowflake. She laughed as her softening cock was clutched almost desperately by the Snowflake's inner labia. The strong grip only served to squeeze out any last stray droplet of fluid. When Jasmine's sated cock pooped out with a soft squelching slurp,.