A black guy was telling his friends about a woman he had met at the club. He described her as being built like a blonde sex goddess.One of the guys as...ked him if he had taken her out. He said that he had not fucked her yet; but that same evening he was going over to her house at six, to show her some new aerobics routines; since that wild housewife was home alone on these days…It was evident that this black guy was some kind of personal trainer. The other guy asked him if he was going to fuck. Being "on the lam," as Lee had jokingly said it, looked even less amusing in the light of day.All things considered, it would probably be a good idea to get out of the area. I still didn't think it was all that likely they'd trace me to the motel, but that credit card imprint made me fretful. Anyhow I'd need to be in Virginia tomorrow, where I'd had Spook send the new ID and credit cards; why not go now?The Metro could take me there, but it involved a small but finite risk; I'd have to transfer. ”“Need a ride,” he inquired.“I don’t know if I can trust you,” the demure voice protested. “I’m not gonna hurt you, baby. Hop in it’s cold out there,” he retorted with a smile as he unlocked the door. “Okay,” the new passenger jumped inside.“I’m Steve,” he offered his hand. “And you are?”“I’m Prentiss.”“Nice to meet you!”“Likewise.”“So you looking for some fun?”“Well, I just left the club and I’m always looking for some fun.”“You live alone?”“Unfortunately, I don’t,” Prentiss lamented. “But, I. To toy with her, Ron kept moving from one breast to another, licking the top of her breasts, without moving down to her nipples. Ginny whispered softly, "Suck on my nipples." "I can't," whispered Ron, "they are still tucked away under your shirt." Ginny shot one look at Ron and Ron lowered his head and began sucking on her breasts. Lower and lower Ron licked until he came across her shirt button. Ron grabbed her shirt with his teeth and yanked it till the button flew across the room.