Heather was waiting by the car."Can I get a ride, bro?"I nodded and got in my car. Heather followed suit."You and Peyton okay?" asked Heather.I nodded..."I was very worried last night when I saw the police cars over at the Ambrose's. I called Lindsey this morning and she wouldn't tell me anything." That's because Lindsey got home after the cops arrived. Mr. Ambrose sent her straight to her room." What happened, Jake?" I can't tell you. I promised Peyton."Heather didn't say anything else for the. "She thanked me and came to hug me. She stayed in my arms for a long time as I soothed her with stroking hands and words. I wanted her so much and I wanted to help her so much more. That was the last display of emotion I saw from her for a long while.Her body wasn't the problem. It's the modeling business: where the appetite for 'new' faces is voracious and after a certain age they throw you away. At 39 she was just too old. Of course I told her how beautiful she was and tried to soften the. I shook my head. "Can Itouch you down there?" I nodded, and her slid over my bare mons, herfingers gently stroked my labia, and she carefully spread them and deftlyexplored my pussy. She found my clitoris, and despite her care, Iflinched from the overwhelming sensation when she touched me. "Sosensitive," she noted, as she passed over my urethra and entered myvagina. "Mmm, you are nice and wet. Can you have orgasms?"I nodded again, "Sometimes. My body is still learning." I could teach you.. I only want my daddy’s cock, but this one was so big and so close and the Commander knew that I wanted it. He was blatantly stroking it through his pants . Through the sound of the blood rushing through my head I heard the words, “Do you like what you see?” I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock, but I felt my head nod and I felt like a dirty whore as the need to touch it overwhelmed me. I saw it before I knew it was happening, but there was my hand reaching out towards that cock. It was so.