Or at least unknown to me. I continued to follow the lady until we were at a small blue side door. She opened it and beckoned me in.I walked in, and I...never expected to see what I saw. There was a tall, beautiful redhead, wearing incredibly thin lingerie. She was sitting on a heart-shaped bed. Oh shit, all the pieces clicked in my head. Why we had to drive out of county lines, and why everything was so nonde***********.“Hi, you must be Mark. How are you?”“Um, fine. You?” she giggled as she. With two strokes with my elbows she just left her body loose which was the sign of total submission I was waiting for. I kept massaging her back for the next ten minutes with more moisturizer, occasionally flicking and teasing her boobs from the sides.I massaged her neck and shoulders for 5 minutes and asked her to turn around. She was smiling and seemed to be in a state of bliss. I poured some moisturizer on her cute little belly button and she shivered with excitement. I lathered her cute. The agency and the state had backed off the security details now that the trial had ended and the mall terrorists had gone quiet. There was basically no-one around. The empty house brought back memories of when Jenny and I first became friends, lovers and then a couple. Jenny and I agreed on subs and soup tonight at home so we could spend some quiet time together, which was fine with me. Cold cut subs with hot tomato soup and chips – yum!Jenny and I showered in the outside shower then hit the. The man behind the desk had disheveled hair, as if he’d been there all night ... but no, Nicolette told herself, that wouldn’t make any sense.“Have a soat,” he said with a grin.Probing into the teen girl’s mind, it wasn’t hard for Mr. Foster to see why she’d come to visit. She was dating the black boy he’d seen yesterday; a quick flick around her worried thoughts reminded the demon of his name: Duncan, that was it. Duncan, whom Mr. Foster had ... enlarged.Nicolette sat in front of the guidance.