I knew from the fear in his look and voice that he was going to do everything I tell him now.My jaw was locking up a little but my gag reflex had beco...e non existent as I had been suck his gorgeous cock for about an hour. The boy came four times during this suck fest and I had my first taste of cum. Well I should say the first time he filled my mouth up so fast I had to spit instantly. I mean it was an explosive shot to the back of my throat and filled to my lips in a microsecond. The next. "My previous visit, stone bowl, here on the table. In it, a tiny red match box. With a small logo on it. From a house on the east coast. Raided by police a few months ago. A brothel. Owned indirectly by Mitsu Corp..." She just looks… no… incessantly stares at me. Her eyes. They're drilling into me. I do my utmost to keep my composure. After a minute or so, a faint smile. She seems to come to grips with the situation, gains control, slightly relaxes. "Hmmm... very… observant, Meredith... very. My palms squeeze gently in on your sides and then around your back. With an expert flick the strap of your bra is released and my hands are lifting it from your breasts. Your nipples stand hard and erect as my hands rush to meet them, to grip them and to circle the tender skin around them. Your breasts fit perfectly in my hands and my touch causes you to release a satisfied gasp into my mouth as our lips are still locked. Then, with another sweet kiss, I pull away and you shudder at the sudden. .”“Careful, don’t want to miss your deadline...” Vanessa put down her empty glass. “C’mon, drink up.”I’d only drank the first fifth. I doubled my intake. I put a hand on Vanessa’s thigh. I looked up and down Dakota’s black bikini top and sarong. I liked what I saw. “Screw it, I’ll sign you up for another six months, if that’s what you want. Gotta see if you’re Jennifer Walters material.”“Who?” Dakota asked. Vanessa gave me a smug look. I drained my glass.“You may want to do some character.