.. um...," Mia said trying to recall the name on the trophy."Jenna Michaels, but you can call me Mistress," she said as she flexed the crop for show."...hat?! No! I am not doing this!" Oh you can leave but if you do I release the video." You'd go to jail for blackmail!" Mia argued."And you'd lose not just your job, but your entire teaching career, and go to jail for prostitution. You know what? Go ahead, maybe we'll be cellies and I'll make you my bitch on the inside instead of my slave on the. " I said."So Liam, lets cruise the lot," I said.We checked it all and it was nowhere to be found. "That's a good sign Liam?" asked."20% a good sign. It might still be parked across the street from another car rental office. But even that is a help, these guys think where they leave the car it is of no longer of any importance, since they aren't going to use it. So much can be deduced from where they leave the car."The phone played that cheesy ring tone again. "I am going to have that changed,". "I'm so glad you and Bob came along when you did," I said in alow voice, as tears filled my eyes yet again. "I just loved spendingtime with you. And I SO loved singing with you. It made me think abouthow you and Bob are kind of like our matchmakers ... you know?"She laughed, "Oh, you two were already a match long before we met you." I know, but that's not what I meant. Remember? In 'Fiddler' thematchmaker sets people up for marriage, right? Don't you think you kindof did that for us?"Sharon. I turned back to the girls and told them they both get a dare now. Remove each others clothes except for your panties. They both stood and moved to the middle of the room. Slowly, Ray worked Sara's mini skirt down, exposing a lacy white thong which barely covered her. I could already see a wet spot. Ray then stood back up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse pushing it off of her shoulders. Sara had on the cutest demi lace bra which Ray quickly unhooked in the front dropping it to the floor. Sara's.