I've never tried it, but I think girls turn me on as much as boys. I know I'm in lust for the three of you, and I'm pretty sure it will be love before...we're done!"I held up my hand, staring at her. I looked to my ladies and motioned. "Into the bedroom, NOW!" Pointing at Hannah, "You! Stay!" She looked fearful as I followed my ladies out of the room."I WANT her!" That was Rachel, before I could open my trap.It opened, but "Me, too!" followed before I could take a breath to answer."Ladies, we. I so much wanted to delve further inside. With my right index finger in a hooked up attitude, I proceeded to slowly part her little pussy lips, and to my immediate amazement, she was soaked. It was though she was lubricated with bike chain oil. With that I almost lost it. How I managed to not cream my pants, I do not know. With my index finger, I probed all inside her. Around her vagina, flicking her little clitoris, feeling up inside her vagina. She was not able to stand up on her own. "Excuse me?" "You come home every night with a new guy in MY bed and never give me anything in return." "Well, what do you want?" I didn't have to think twice. I knew exactly what I wanted. I was horny and she needed to be punished. "Get on your knees." She looked at me, shocked at what I said. "You heard me. Get on your fucking knees, slut." Slowly, she got on her knees in front of me. She never broke eye contact. "What do you want me to do?" I gave her a little grin. "Do what you do best.". You go to Alice's and wait, and then follow Mad wherever she goes from there. I'll be in the van, trying to photograph anybody who's following her." OK, Sam." Hugh, on your way, call the Sheriff and tell him to check with the Feds and with the New York State Police on a Christopher Louis, L-O-U-I-S Phelps. We got no data on him from the hotel, except they think he's 45-60 years old, about 5'10", maybe 160. Grey hair. I think he's some kinda rich guy -- you ought to see his goddamned boat..