"Yes indeed Michelle. That last design you fashioned for Miss Sophia setof her features beautifully. Just look at her."We both watched Miss Sophia as ...he kept turning and admiring herappearance in the hall mirror. It was obvious that she was enchantedwith the style. With a woman's 'sixth sense' she must have felt somebodywas watching her and she turned to catch Mistress Portia and I watchingher behaviour. She smiled a little self-consciously and glided over."I can't help it. The style just does. At that moment I thought to myself that I knew that I would be much better at sucking cock than she was and I wanted to prove it to myself.In time I met another man online who had what I wanted. We could meet at his home, he had a very thick 8 inch cock, he wanted it sucked badly, and he had no interest in returning the favor...Perfect!We met at a local restaurant at first for coffee where we planned to meet at his house the next morning after his wife left for work.When I arrived he was shaved. The surveillance and the Rogers family have been my long way to get to George and Micah.As I said a few paragraphs back, George's first client was the pimply faced rich kid. When George told me of her plan to fuck the kid for money, I tried to argue against it. The kid was ugly and creepy and probably smelled bad. It just didn't seem worth it."Nah," said my cute, pixie best friend, "he doesn't smell bad. I'm pretty sensitive about body odor, so I sniffed him just to be sure. I kind of like his. But it was incredible. I loved it. I couldn't get enough and when you let go and stepped up in line I felt like I had lost something." Walking through the park you kept holding my hand. I loved the feel of your strong hands enveloping my little fingers. I felt connected to you in a way I had never felt before, and I have never felt since. And you kept talking to me and you kept making me laugh. It was amazing. I had never been so happy." You took me on every ride I wanted to go on. You helped.