They must havethought that I was some sort of a tart to dress in such a tinyskirt. Even Miss Ally McBeal would shake her head in disbelieftoo.In contr...st to the women, the guys were staring at me with hotlust, in particular to my girlish legs. I could feel themundressing me and wanted to violate me on the spot. I felt sovulnerable in their presences, even though I knew that none ofthem would actually do that in the public.In between the feeling of being hated by the girls and being theobject of. In his car on the way over, Thule dialed the number Matika had given him."Agent Harter," said Anders when he answered the phone."Agent Harter, this is Thule Roemer. I'm on my way to where your partner is. How close are you?" I'm in Mannsborough, headed towards the Vandevoort estate," said Anders, "But, I have no idea where the fuck I'm going."Thule described the route Anders needs to take. Anders said, "Got it. What the fuck was she doing out in the middle of the woods anyway?" There's a. I started the vehicle before pulling out and turned on the forward scanner and lifted us up to ten meters above the ground and accelerated to two hundred kilometers.I glanced into the back as we left Port City, "what are your names?"They all had a slight oriental look but had long blonde hair and blue eyes. One answered timidly, "I am Lynn master."The other girls shifted and the one next to her smiled, "Cherry master."I looked at the last girl and she murmured softly, "Julia."I smiled and I. Her wide eyes continued upward, following the road map of large veins that bulged outward from the surface of his shaft. Her eyes eventually saw the huge cock head at the very top. It was massive, much thicker than the shaft. She wondered once again how such a massive, beautiful love-cock ever came into being. It might be attached to him… but it belonged to her! She couldn’t wait for it to open her and fill her. She wanted it to penetrate as deeply as possible. She craved to have it.