And Im not even near him yet! I yank the comb roughly through my hair again, sharp, jagged strokes which rip out a few strands. Furious at myself, and...at him and at this stupid comb I slam it against the stone dresser, breaking off a tooth. The sharp shard flies at my face and I duck just in time to avoid losing an eye. Sitting up again only when I hear the shard clatter harmlessly on the floor, I examine the damaged comb. The mysterious material of which the comb is made still bugs me and. That felt soooo much better! And what Terry had said about her hole getting bigger was true. She'd barely been able to get her own small finger inside, and now he had two of his thicker ones, reaming gently in and out.The sensation had moved to her belly, and she gritted her teeth to stop herself moaning in pleasure.Then Terry's fingers pressed against her hymen and she felt it tighten.'Ow!'He stopped moving and glanced at her. 'Sorry, Lynne. Didn't mean to hurt you, but it's got to go.''What. "What do you think?"Amber was silent for a moment. Although the girl coming to the states could have been in the same position financially as Bambi, there was something dirty about this. That whole bit about a finder's fee made it seem like the girl was being sold. Finally, she said, "Drop a dime on them." Call the police?" Cat asked."Not the police. You need to call Immigration. Foreign women being brought here, possibly to be sold as a sexual slave or something. They are using student visas. The message was different. It advertised a drag revue at 9 pmtonight. 'Great', I thought. Perhaps Sam won't be working. But perhapsshe wouldn't want to see me. I could hardly make a scene in the club.My mind awhirl I found a parking space a block away from the coffeeshop. I was fifteen minutes early. Time to compose myself and think ofsome reason.I ordered two coffees and just found a table when Crystal walked inright on time. This was a different Crystal. She had a skirt andblouse, was.