It’s Alison.”Alison? Oh, of course. Girl from church. Fourteen, I’d guess. Polite. Probably raising money for Habitat or something.“Alison, ho...ey! How are you doing?”“That’s why I called. You’re a private investigator, right, Ms. Rennick? I need some help.”“Certainly.” Once you snag a client, Babcock says, you’ll get known by word of mouth.“I just had my period, so I didn’t get pregnant, but Mom overheard me and Wesley on the phone. It was accidental intercourse.”I processed that one. “It. Connie stood beside me the entire time and gauged my reactions. “I want you to fuck her last” Connie said, as she leaned over and into my ear, “Right after Big Rod has his fuck. He is the finally…. But I want you to experience her stretched-out whore pussy last.”The stage thinned out as everyone slowly moved off and got more champagne or water. Rod then lifted my cum covered wife by her hair, slapped her breasts to awaken her from her daze. Her bells obviously rang-out with each slap of his big. My camera was on but she wasn’t on. Then me keeping the camera on sent her asked her why is it like that.She replied saying that she wants to have a hot video chat and she will show herself when I gain her trust which means I won’t be lying to her and all.Reshmi: what are you wearing?Me:baniyan, tracks and garment inside.Reshmi: remove your baniyan.I removed my baniyan and showed her body which was not really worth hiding from a girl. I could proudly show on to her.Reshmi: you got a nice body.. "Please," he said, "I just want to let you give me the birthday present I want." And what's that?" I asked."A little of your time." Ok," I said. I was a little worried.When we got back to his house, he took me upstairs for the first time, and I was really worried. He seemed to be a little sickened by walking up those huge marble stairs- and I wasn't sure why. He took me into a room that I'd call a library, or an office. He sat me down on a huge leather wing chair across from a flickering fire,.