Well...what was an unfulfilled woman to do? Claire smiled, eyes still closed in that unknown place, and remembered how she had walked so slyly through...the door. How she had stood in that empty room before the huge mirror. It had covered the entire wall. On the floor a message had been painted. What do you want? Claire had looked at herself. Tousled red hair pinned into a severe bun, pale skin made paler through worry, a soft, curvaceous body hidden under sensible layers. She had moved her. Jack finally contacted me. He had a helicopter heading in to bring me to them and it would be arriving within a few minutes. I was ready and waiting. The chopper was stationary for less than thirty seconds. The pilot was in such a hurry that before I was in and buckled down, we were off.Jack had coached me well in other lives. All the way to our destination I kept my mouth shut and eyes open. My companions on the trip looked like they were in no mood for conversation, and their reticence suited. They all three had orgasms shortly afterwards. It was Julie that promised her brother that she'd dress Jessica in a sexy nightie for the next go round."I didn't know you owned any sexy nighties," Jessica said to her friend as they applied their makeup."I don't. But mom has a couple of dozens of them that she doesn't wear anymore. I figured we'd borrow a few of hers, she's not much bigger than we are," Julie responded before leaving the room.Julie returned a few minutes later with hands full of. James. Lonnie.Robert. J.R. It was all the same to AKA what handle they used when hustling.Nor did it much matter what they did when they weren't hovering under the dimcity streetlights, their heads lowered, their eyes lifted, their legs spread,attempting to sell their bodies to whatever lusty john happened to be cruisingby on a slow weekday midnight. James was a bit different, though. That was clearfrom the start. To begin with, it was just that--a weeknight, not the far busierFriday or.