'I could not see what the people was doing, but I heard them speaking, up where we were it sounded like a bunch of adults mumbling and joking around. ...harlie would raise his head up high enough to peer over the rail from time to time all the time holding my head down to the floor.Once my pants and underwear was below my knees Charlie laid down on top of me and aimed his penis between my buttocks. He spit into his hands and smeared the substance over his rock hard shaft and penile head and did. His hair is short. Face shaved baby smooth.I had finally sweet talked him into taking me out. And now I was required to go nude. Even worse, Ms. Thompson knew about it and so I couldn't call and cancel.Let me tell you a little about myself first. I've been cursed with the name Cindi. That's what's on my birth certificate. Not Cynthia. Cindi. The good news is, I look just like a Cindi is supposed to look - basically like a dumb blond cheerleader. I've got long blond hair, blue eyes, 5'8", 115. That’s perfectly normal. It would happen to everybody.Amy: Maybe that’s true. It’s the first time someone gave me a massage like this.Me: To be honest, I was a bit nervous too.Amy: Really?Me: Yes. You’re my daughter. I was afraid that you could get upset if I did something wrong.Amy: Thanks, daddy.She kissed me on my lips. After massaging her a bit more, we were both tired and fell asleep pretty soon.I woke up in the middle of the night. It’s still raining outside and it’s not morning yet. I. What’s the going rate for information on the dancer who got herself killed a couple of weeks ago?”“What do you want to know?” she asked.“Who was she fucking?” I asked.“The bartender or the bouncer should know that. Sharon was a local not a pro.” the red head informed us. The women in the club knew nothing of Sharon’s life outside the bar.“On the way out I asked the bartender the same question. “Far as I know she wasn’t fucking nobody. She gave head for money and favors now and then, but she.