"What the hell was all that about? You saw me leave dressed in jeans and a blouse. And you saw me come home wearing that. I wasn't wearing some minisk...irt, looking like a hooker." Well that's what she said she saw. She was waiting to get the bus to bingo and said that's what you were wearing when she went past. Is there anything you want to tell me?" No," Sarah replied sharply. "It was probably Paul's girlfriend, you've seen how she dresses. You know how confused the old woman gets."Her mother. By this time, my mentor Mr. x had taught me how to get him hard which worked fine in this occasion.This guy was different because I felt a strong attraction to him. I stood up and turned around before kneeling. Once my knees touched the floor, my hands began to unbuckle his belt and zip down his pants. He had boxer shorts which made really easy for me to get a hold of his cock. He too was uncut and although this cock was not as long, it was a little thicker. I don’t know why but I felt. I was placed in Richwood High for the past few weeks to break up an organized drug ring. My investigation became more complicated on two fronts; one, when a fellow student, Angie McGuire, with whom I was Naked in School last week, figured out that there was more to me than just the average sophomore student and two, when we discovered the existence of a club of parents trading their daughters for sex and torture. We'll deal with the drug ring first."I observed two males doing regular. "That's not all I have." There's more?" Yes. He had a handful of appointments today. A striking young woman visited him at the end of the day. They left and went to a bar and had a few drinks. Now they didn't kiss or anything but she kept touching his arm. I found out her name as well. It seems her name is Olivia Thompson, the daughter of the hotel tycoon. She accompanied him to his home and went inside for a few hours. Again the windows were blocked, I'm embarrassed to say. I rarely have such.