Yes, I should. "Well, if you must know, it was about you." I said. Lyndsey looked shocked. "Really? What was I doing?" she asked. "You were kis...ing me." Lyndsey moved closer to me. "LIke this?" she asked as she kissed me passionatley. "Yeah," I said when she stopped, "Like that." She looked me in the eyes. "What else was I doing?" I told her and she began to kiss me some more and then she slowly put her hands on the edge on my booty shorts. My breathing started quickening. . ”“No, it doesn’t work that way. I want your values to line up with my values. I want you to make the changes not just for me or for your other customers but because it’s the right thing to do.”“I can’t spend that kind of money on a hope that you might sign up to work with us. I’m willing to make the changes but will need a commitment from you first.”“I won’t sign a contract until I see the safe and functioning looms in place for my worker’s safety. I’m sorry that we can’t do business.”I could. Cities that were centers of money and power and therefore the perfect locations for such a business. One could always count on powerful people feeding their appetites, whatever they were. This and the financial records would reveal more pertinent information than the notebook held however explosive it seemed. Becca was determined to set these people free and take down the agency from top to bottom.It was late and she was tired. She sent Natasha, the escort who had escaped and was her contact,. . he and I have both had girlfriends, often double-dating. So my mind had to work a bit to fit in this latest information. Oral sex with a pony! It had been kind of exciting... the way indulging in anything that feels "forbidden" can. I wanted to do it again! I found myself hoping we'd go riding a lot, this weekend! Thinking these pleasant thoughts, I drifted off to sleep.The next morning, the house was already bustling when I got up. "My mom will be gone most of the day, on some business," Rob.