Her hands slid slickly down her sides as she turned on the spot, dutifully following each raspy instruction, and Belle bent forward slightly, pushing ...er petite bottom towards the camera. The skirt she had been tugging down all morning was eased up slowly, teasingly, until it bunched around her waist, exposing her buttocks, separated only by the light blue fabric of her sheer thong. She did not think about what she was doing; she didn’t need to. She did not think, or even feel, as she bent. “So where are your sisters and your brother?” I asked. “Mom had them picked up by some friends and they won’t be home until after six,” Karen replied. “So you’re home alone?” I inquired. “Yeah,” Karen responded, “I guess so. Could you please come check the house?” “Sure,” I replied. I followed her next door. She had the cutest ass I had ever seen in a plaid skirt. Karen opened the door and I stepped into the two story house. I was pretty familiar with the layout of the house since I had. Thru a thin silk of her panties and panty hose, I carefully ran with the tips of my fingers over her swallowed and wet lips. Not stopping to work with my fingers, I was convulsively taking my pants off with the other hand. Wishing to prolong the prelude, Iris decided to impose her game on me. Slightly turning her charming head, in a voice of an innocent harpist she whispered… “Young man, You aaah, You are crazy, mmmm, mmmm..aaahhaa..”. Knowing a magical effect of her voice she has hit a bull’s. I was in a cell waiting to see if I was going to be charged when they brought the photographer in."There is no video in here, so no one will see anything if he falls a few times," the female guard told me. "You're going to be released, Mr. Hartley. It will take about five minutes, but I can stretch it out to 15 or 20 if you'd like this piece of shit in the cell with you."I considered it, but then I knew I'd already hurt Bailey's reputation enough for a day."Anyone who uses sick kids for shit.