We drove there immediately.Arriving at the spot we could see that whatever party there had been wasnow over. We asked around but nobody could remember... a short and thin guywith blonde hair having been there. We then reported him as missing tothe police and explained the situation. The police just advised us towait and they'd be sure that he would show up eventually. We never sawhim alive again.There wasn't much for us to do, we called everyone we knew and informedthem that our son had gone. However, in addition to the difference in texture between the upper and the sole of the shoe, Abbey was acutely aware that she would have a much more difficult task to clean this part of the shoe. The dirt was encrusted more and the dog shit made her feel nauseated, but Abbey knew that she would have to complete the task in order to please her the owner of the shoe and her Master Joe.That was when Abbey realised that she was worth less than the dog shit that she was about to clean with her. I did so and she moved back up the table and began massaging my face. This was very relaxing but not sexual except that I could smell my pussy juices on her hands. Next she moved her hands down to my neck and then gradually worked them down to my breasts. She moved her hands very slowly around my breasts, feeling them and kneading them and caressing them while avoiding touching my nipples, which seemed to be straining toward her fingers as they were so anxious to be touched. Finally she did. She really got me warmed up for my date with Doug.I tried to dress as sexy as I could and still be seen in public. It had the desired effect on Doug as he complimented me and he gave me a teensy kiss.Dinner was nice, but I was a little nervous. Doug had asked me to pick out a movie. I had a safe choice, and the choice that would tell Doug in no uncertain terms that I wanted him.Doug asked me about the movie, but I wanted to see how he'd kiss me, so instead of answering him, I kissed him. Doug.