The following letter came to us before we visited them.Hello, Oct. 21This is Mary and I enjoyed your letter very much. Connie is very pretty and I'm v...ry anxious to help you, Bob, make love to her and have you two return the pleasure. The photographer friend in my ad is my husband, John. We did it that way to get the ad free.A little about us, I am twenty, 5'4", 110 pounds and John (hubby) is 5'11" and 195 pounds. He teaches college here in Houston. We enjoy all things about sex and I enjoy. He took both her hands in his and wentthrough the kissing ritual, then swayed back to survey her. He wasimmaculately dressed in a grey pinstripe with white shirt and a pink tiewith thin grey stripes. His hair was steel grey and waved. He spokeswiftly in French to her, smiling, very charming as though Vanessa wasthe most important person in his life. Then Vanessa introduced me. Hegave me the three kisses and surveyed me, then spoke to Vanessa againand I realised they were speaking about me. I. It was Officer Tom Dayern, Delilah’s handler. He was the typical undercover type: disheveled and unkempt, smoking, by what butts he could see on the ground, multiple packs a day.Steve parked, got out and walked up to Tom. “Hello, I’m Steve Baker. Is Proctor here?”“No. I’m Tom Dayern. She is in St. Louis for a meeting concerning the call today, where I’m sure she got her ass handed to her because of me. She stayed over for the conference call this morning. You here to figure out where I fucked. I asked her if she had endured that, and grinning she nodded saying that she had and much, much, more over the year she had been here at masters beck and call. She opened her legs to show me her most prised possession, a small but deep brand, between her front and back passages, saying she had been privileged to offer him her flesh to mark her as his, and that she would do it a thousand times more if he would be pleased to do so. It was dedication such as I have never seen before. She led me.