“First question, Rod. Where do you live?”Beth could tell that he was struggling with the question of whether or not to tell the truth. Finally, he...said, “1415 South Wilmac Street, Apartment 4a.” Beth nodded, and Dad went on.Second question: “What is the full name of your supplier, George?”“I don’t know.” Beth shook her head.“Come on, Rod, tell the truth. I will always know when you are lying.”“You ain’t getting nothing from me, you bastard!”“Hmm, I guess that you need to know that we are not. " Her animalistic lust was front and center in her mind, but the rational part considered how she was going to manage to keep from coming. He knew her body very well, and never failed to bring her to an orgasm whenever he wanted to do so. Now he was going to try to force one while ordering her to prevent it. She was already getting close. He pulled his finger out of her slit and started rubbing her whole pussy with his hand, massaging it. She closed her eyes and cooed, rocking back and forth on. It was hard to put an age on him, but I guessed he was late thirties- to early forties. "Hello," he said in a silky voice, "You must be Charlotte." Urm, yes, you must be Mr Knight," I stuttered, feeling slightly overpowered by this man's charming prescence. "Please, call me Christian" he smiled, shaking my hand. He ordered a black coffee when the waitress came over, and then turned his full attention back to me. He looked at me with calculating eyes."You're pictures do you no justice" he said,. His next stop was across the road where the Jolly Swagman sculpture commemorated 'Waltzing Matilda' and the many swagmen who lay in unmarked graves throughout Australia.Looking along the centre island of the main street, Elderslie Street, Dave was amazed at the numerous sculptural pieces, which were erected to celebrate the centenary of the first public performance of 'Waltzing Matilda'. Some of them were very skilfully made, he thought and certainly added character to the main street.He then.