A padded envelope. She opened it and foundanother letter from her Master. Also a small white box that said in red lettersnot to open until reading the...letter. With butterflies in her stomach, sheopened the letter. ?Aerial, my driver will be picking you up in just a few hours. He will stopat your apartment, and honk the horn two times. You will have only 5 minutes.After that, he will leave. If you are not in the Limousine you will not hearfrom me again. If you follow the instructions and come. Of course I knew who had written it. Everyone could have guessed.She was a unique seventeen yeard old girl. She wasn't makeup-and-clothes-obsessed, she wasn't a mouthy brat, she wasn't an angst-ridden teenager, she just was who she was. Her hair was a shade of red you could never bottle. Her eyes were hazel, my favorite eye-color on a woman, always swirling with emotions and mystery. She liked the same music as me, the same literature, the same sports (actually she only liked two sports, but. Her: Well, the one I'm thinking of has been in the news lately.Me: So are you government connected.Her: That you will have to take up with the boss. I'm not authorized to do anything but approach you with a job offer.I removed my cell phone from my pocket. I took her picture.Her: Why did you do that.Me: In case one of my friends stubs his toe. I want to know who to kill. That video was a veiled threat. So this one isn't. I will use that picture to work my way up the food chain. We do understand. Of course, we did it again and again and this time it was the missionary position and I was holding my baby in her arms while alternating between slow and fast strokes which she was loving and moaning non-stop too. We were again kissing each other constantly, and we felt this closeness with each other.I then took out my penis from her pussy and just lay down on the bed. She almost read my mind and sat on my face and started rubbing her love hole on my face. We then got into a proper 69 position.