Hunter knew the girl, knew of her family, and knew that she had her own sports car which her father had presented to her on her sixteenth birthday. Hu...ter immediately accepted her offer, and within minutes they were out of the city limits and heading for "someplace a bit more private" is the way she put it. For the next several hours, Hunter "scored" repeatedly, after some lessons from her on the fundamentals. Until that night, despite his charm and good looks, the most excitement he had ever. " Charlie winced in pain when she smiled at her own joke."Then I made few enquiries of my own. You've had it rough Charlie, notmany could live the life you do, and now you've survived an attack fromthe worst murderer we've had in England since Jack the Ripper and theOld Bill are treating you like you're the criminal," Ruffe saidsympathetically."Bollocks! You shouldn't be here. You just want a story." Charliegrimaced again and reached for the water.Ruffe intercepted her and poured her a. Her voice was deeper than most human females, but still very feminine with a smoky almost sultry quality to it that made his member jump a bit of its own accord-which he dearly hoped she did not notice as she spoke. ‘My name is Drisana. I am sure you know all about me. Everyone on this station seems to know how I got here. I . . . Well, I was at the bar yesterday and could not help but overhear the conversation between you and Doctor Julian. I um . . . I thought you made some excellent points.. “What, Here?” John groaned.“Yes here, if I am to believe any of your story. Or I could just expel you now.” Ms. Pierson sat back in her chair.“Okay.” John shrugged as he stood up and pulled out his cock out reluctantly. Granted he was hard but even when he was not it was long enough to get his point across as he it hung there for both women to see.“Oh my…” Ms. Styles began to say but Ms. Pierson held up her hand to stop her. She blushed instead as she bit down on the end of her pen looking at.