They took the girl into the house and then left about 20 minutes later in the white van. We kept taking pictures of everything that was going on, even...zooming in on the license plate of the van.I had heard on the news about a rash of kidnappings in the surrounding communities and hoped we had stumbled onto the hideout of the kidnappers. I gave them a few minutes to leave and told the girls to wait there for me while I went down to the house.I covertly made my way to the house and peeked into. “Yes, Mistress,” Kimmie responded. “May I use my fingers, please?”“Use whatever you want but be a good girl and make me cum!” Jenny said sharply, her own frenzied need building. Kimmie slid two fingers into Jenny’s tight hole and sucked on her clit. Jenny started bucking and cried out, “Fuck, yes! That’s a good girl! Make your Mistress cum!” Then she flooded Kimmie’s face with her sweet nectar.Jenny climbed off of Kimmie and pushed the nipple brushes aside. While the machine continued to fuck. A list of what else you can provide but don’t carry at the moment, and the information on the dispensers and fridges you have available. I understand you may be worried about talking to a teenager about this stuff but I suggest you run checks on Dyer Services and MDT Investments before you visit me this afternoon. I’m Matthew Dyer, the Board Chairperson of both companies.”George makes notes while they talk, then he again apologises for his staff. After hanging up he thinks for a few minutes. He loved her, she loved him. He could take her away from all of this. They could go anywhere they wanted. They could run away, and she could marry him, oh God wouldn’t that be lovely? They’d wait till she was eighteen, sure, but that was just two years away, and until then, they could travel together. Wouldn’t that be lovely? Or maybe just get a little cabin somewhere, and she’d cook for him and they’d make love, and everything would be okay.‘I just need to see Phil. He’ll still love me. Even.