He felt it was better to speak to the party at the other end in person; a voicemail message just didn’t seem appropriate.Likewise, Matti knew that h... couldn’t say anything yet to Dawn. Maybe things were as bad as Dawn had indicated, and he would be cursed at and hung up on when he got through. It was even possible that Dawn would be upset with him for getting involved. He decided he had to think about this a little bit more.It was Monday of the following week when Matti finally did get through. Looking at the young girl in front of me, long raven black hair falling out from under a pink ball cap with the words Hermann Tigers screen printed on it. Great probably her first time here in St. Louis“Plese just another minute, I had it on the bus before I got here!” She’s almost in tears as she looks up to me. Watery Blue eyes greet mine and my insides turn to liquid. My god she couldn’t be more than 19 at the most. I knew that I should have looked the other way but instead I reached into my. Again, she caught me and sat down. She looked at me in a strange sort of way and I felt very guilty and awkward. "Joe, were you looking down my top?" she asked quietly. "Yeah. I'm sorry. It's just that your boobs are so gorgeous. I couldn't help myself," I stammered. She just looked at me for a minute and finally said, "Would you like a better look at them?" "What?," I said incredously. "Do you want to see them?" she again asked. Throwing caution to the wind, nodded my head. To my great. "The girls downstairs in the cells may have to sleep on cold cement, thoughtJasmine, but they could touch their pussies as much as they wanted. They werebeneath reproach. And the men seemed to use them to satisfy their sexual needsmore than they used their own wives. Free women were supposed to be pure, sopresumably they didn't need any attention paid to their pussies.Now, Jasmine's hand was under her panties, and her fingers were burrowingtheir way into her hole. "Just so I can relax and go to.