”“For Constance? And you?”“Yep. To catch a thief and all that.”I had realized for some weeks now that my little detective gig was amateurish... At least compared with what Matt and Constance Grayson were doing. My original Wexler-plan — hang out at compounds where he’d visited, pick up intel, nail him — was too rudimentary. Too direct, too dumb. Too dangerous.I was still learning from Matt, although I had to admit that much of my education was still terra nullius to me.He had shown me what real. This time I didn’t go back to sleep. I decided it was definitely my turn to return the favour. Amy moved up again and gave me a cuddle. We were lying side by side again, this time I moved my body down the bed so that my head was between her legs, I positioned my body so that it was next to hers my knees near her head and legs were bent at the knees. It was almost a sideways 69, but my cock wasn’t near her mouth, it was about 2 foot away.I lifted Amy’s leg up and she propped her foot on her. "What the hell am I saying! Ofcourse I'm greedy. Two of you? Might work. Might enjoy it. Ginger andMary Ann. Want to see her?"It took Andy a second to digest the quick subject change. "Melissa?" Keep up, Ashley, keep up," Pick said. "She looks fabulous in her littlecostume. Got her first bonus last night." How much?" Andy asked."Just like a girl," Pick said. "Always looking to get money out of usguys. Buy me this, buy me that. A thousand for oral, fifteen hundred forslipping it to her." I. The boy and I were both seventeen. He had the loveliest body of all the boys I had sex with – it could have been made in heaven and yet I will freely admit he was not a good looker but it was not his looks that attracted me. His younger brother, as it happened, certainly was pretty and some of the other boys my age had a crush on M. He was a boy who loved the attention and got plenty. At sixteen, he was just too young and not mature enough to possess the kind of cock or the type of body I.