They sat and talked for a while. He had a good sense of humour, and he worked for a charity which suggested he was kind and caring. He certainly sound...d like a nice, genuine guy, and Tiffany decided she liked him.Eventually, Travis brought the conversation around to the reason for their meeting. “So, I live five minutes away by taxi. How about you?”“About twenty,” she replied, suddenly feeling a little nervous.“My place, then?” he suggested, and she nodded.As soon as they stepped outside, he. He wasn’t slow. He had a job to do and went about with the dedication of a bored porn star. He grunted, groaned, called her his fucktoy.I could tell she liked the dirty talk because she answered, “Yeah. I am your fucktoy. I want that dick all up in my pussy. Stay right there and I will jerk you off with my cunt.”“Take my baby-making cum! Promise to say 'No' to anybody wanting to stick his dick in you. You are mine now and so is your cunt.”He was loud, deliberate and convincing.She began to. I took off my socks and sat on the bed, motioning for her to come closer. I sat there for several moments, just drinking in the beauty before me. I wanted to sear her form into my memory in case this was our last time together.I told you earlier in this story how beautiful Rose was in the face, but she was just as magnificent from the neck down. Rose stood five-foot-five-inches tall, which when she wore her heels like tonight, put her just about even with me height-wise. In that, she packed a. "No waythat's Marcus Barnes!"Bringing up the built-in profiling function, Dawes quicklyestablished measurements for both of the ladies. The biometricslisted the taller one (five foot eleven inches tall, in fact) ascloser to Barnes' height of six foot two. But still no match. The onewho tripped the DNA scan was but five feet two inches tall. Dawesshook his head and looked over at the DNA log - 100% was the notationnext to Barnes' being identified. Dawes brought up previous DNA scanlog results..