I had heard about them and they were as short as I had pictured. Despite having the stature of a child, there was nothing childish about her. She had ...arge breasts that swelled out the crimson blouse she wore. That tucked into tight-fitting pants. She went bare-footed. Her skin possessed the bronze hue, a metallic sheen to her. Even her red hair held it.“I’m Captain Telesi,” she said. “Welcome aboard the Treasure Box.”I grinned at her. She could blow me without falling to her knees. Her mouth. I knew that she was disgusted by my manly scents, but I had trained my girls never to complain about men: their lot in life as females was just to endure whatever is necessary in order to please men. Still, I couldn’t help but tease her a bit: “Keep sniffing my dirty balls, you little bitch, I want to hear you inhaling deeply through your nose!”Vina’s tight little ass and pussy were right in front of me, her open anus winking slightly, and provided me with my visual stimulation and cum target.. .. but..." My mouth was moving and yet I couldn't get past one word.Finally I was able to ask, "How did you get that picture?" Same way I got about three dozen more over the last couple weeks. Thedetails ain't important, Danny boy. Or should I call you what I heard youcalling yourself when you was dressed like a convict's dream punk? Yeah,how about I just call you Danette." He put his big hand on my soft thighand squeezed it through my slacks."Look, I don't know what you think you're. I decided to get the Urgent Care visit out of the way and we stopped in there next. The looks I got from the people in there were really quite amusing. Everyone was sure that I was fucking Shira, and they were wondering which of us was the most desperate. It took two hours for them to take the samples and to check her out. After I paid the sixty bucks she was given a number to call in 48 hours to get the results. If further treatment was needed she would be told then.Bashira's mother lived in.