I sure did.Daddy told me her name is Claudette. Yep, Claudette de Pardieu.She lives with her family in some dinky little town in Canada called Foleyet... Can you believe there are only two hundred people living there? Damn, we have that many ranch hands working out on our West Texas spread north of Stanton. Why, I can't imagine anyone wanting to live in such a nothing place.Well, it was pretty obvious to me that the parental units were playing another one of their silly little games, again. Sure. ? The man said. There was an electric hum and the well cared for gate slowly opened. The soft hiss of her window rising followed and she began to move the car onto the property. The driveway curved around to the left behind a grove of trees and she passed a large well-painted wooden sign with metallic letters reading ?The Locke?. Halfway up the hill she saw a large building, dark and foreboding, but modern in architectural style. Sweeping square columns formed an unloading. " For $200, you can call the shots. Just tell me what you want me to do." Okay, Billy. Strip off those clothes and take a quick shower." I was gone only a shade more than 10 minutes before I was back and standing naked waiting for her next order. While I was gone, Ruth Jackson had fetched $200 from her purse. She gave the money to me, and I stuffed it into the pocket of my shorts."Billy, I want to start off with a round of cunnilingus. Do you know how to do that?" Oh, yes, I can do that, but. His tongue began to circulate around the hood of her engine. His finger gently peeled back the hood, to reveal the nub of her clit, which throbbed.Jack's rough tongue ran across her nub, causing Amanda to gently quake in turn at his touch. He licked her clit, again and again, stopping on occasion to offer a gentle blow of air upon her most sensual spot. Amanda's body writhed in reaction to his touch. Her stomach convulsed.Jack's mouth moved in closer, his lips sensually wrapped themselves.