After a quick dinner, Sean and Amanda returned to their separate computers in the office, interrupting their research and e-mails only long enough to ...nswer the occasional call on their respective cell phones.They had both wanted to be at Wallace Enterprises early Sunday morning, but neither wanted to forgo attending church service with Grandma Carol. Choosing the earliest morning service at 10 am, and then sending Carol back to the house with one of the security detail allowed them to arrive. ‘Jane, I’d like you to meet Peter Hansen, he has a proposition for us, for you.’ I held out my hand and it was grasped firmly but not forcibly by a man who I guessed was not much older than myself and who looked me straight in the eyes with a friendly expression in his eyes. ‘Pleased to meet you.’ I returned his expression. ‘Peter has asked us to design a home for him and he has asked for you specifically.’ ‘I’m flattered.’ ‘Jane, the reason that I ask for you to carry out this commission is. Amy slipped a hand inside her robe and started playing with her dripping pussy. She wasn't aware that she was mimicking the lip movements of the girl on the screen. Her pink little vixen tongue was flickering partway out to trace her own pouting lips in imitation of the screen girl's frenetic serpentine swirlings.Her eyes widened as she watched Les shifting the girl and positioning her above him. Now the girl crouched over him, like a baseball catcher.Oh, Jeez," Amy murmured, enthralled by the. The kitschiness of it all made me shudder. All over the shining picture, huge, fat letters had been hurled down with a magic marker: "THIS IS NOT ME!!!" they screamed.On the back of the photo was the address of the agency. It was the Dallas-based branch of a nationwide network. New York, I saw, and Vegas, Detroit, San Francisco. Even London. There were also some tiny italic lines describing her classy qualities as an escort for visiting businessmen. There was her degree and her business.