"Before I go in to that, however, I'd like you all to meet my assistants Gail and Les."Melissa saw a blonde female and a dark haired male student gett...ng up from the first row and turning towards the auditorium. They both seemed a bit nonplussed but they managed to smile through the lecturer's presentation. Once she was done, they sat down again with relief.Melissa assumed they weren't there for their performance skills even though she liked to believe someone that studied psychology should be. He had this amazing girlfriend, and he didn’t want to see me? Maybe I was putting myself on a pedestal. Fuck if I know. I just didn’t care about bringing myself to an orgasm alone. Nothing beats being bent over and fucked. I loved being felt up, feeling my ass cheeks bounce off a pair of thighs. ‘Well, I guess it isn’t happening tonight!’ I said to myself.I stood in the parking lot outside the stadium waiting for my best friend Chelsea to pick me up. It only figured that she was in the backseat. He had paid cash for his phone and done all his research at an Internet Cafe; he was untraceable he thought, but still knew he might need to make a quick escape.A police car turned off the main road and Oliver tensed only for it to pull up at the tiny station and stop. "Hello?" A male voice answered and Oliver was shaken to the present."Hi," he said. "Inspector Richard Williamson." Yes, I believe you have some information about Oliver Prutton."Oliver sighed. "Yes, it is Oliver Prutton. You are. .. I'll try my best... I promise... "Nothing more was said for a little while, and I was a little surprised that the two boys were taking this opportunity to eat the sandwiches I'd made them. I was supposed to be getting a rest, but my arms and legs ached and my back too. It was an incredibly uncomfortable position, but I kept my complaints to myself, trying to be a good little girl, just as I'd promised. The boys were whispering amongst themselves, and I heard them giggling. Who could blame.