."Good afternoon; Ashcroft Centre. How can I help you?" A pleasant-sounding woman's voice answered her call."Oh ... good afternoon. My name is Amy Con...way. I was wondering if I might have a word with one of your people ... John something. I met him in Ipswich. It's about Tom Carmichael." Ah ... that would be John Shepherd, I think. Just a moment."After a longish pause, she heard, "John Shepherd..." Mr. Shepherd. I'm Amy Conway. We met on board Emily Jane and you gave me a lift home. I wanted to. Now, she could go christen her gadget. Nine settings, at first, seemed to be too much. How would she know which to favorite? Trying them all was the only option. It was shaped like a flame, if you can imagine that. The tip of the flame distorted to a slanted knob. The base covered in goosebumps to cradle her pea-sized pearl. It was pink. Not hot, not carnation, but Barbie pink. Hmm,. is pink sexy? It didn't matter because she was already eight-tenths to her destination; The Milky Way. Her lips. This did scare me a little so far in life I just fantasised all this now it was for real, but I could not escape nor did I want too. So before me was an out I was to wear when I was here at what Miss called my new ‘home’ though not for a long while actually live there. There was a pile of black and a pile of white knickers not the frilly kind but I would say functional.Stockings and suspenders and a couple of blouses iwas not going to be allowed any form of lower garments excepting the. I could feel it wrapping around my tongue and pooling against my lips. I squeezed my lips tight to his cock and slid my mouth up to the tip and finally off. I swallowed the creamy liquid and took him back in my mouth. “You have got to be kidding me. Fuck. Stop, stop. I’m serious. The cops are behind us.” Jason half yelled. --- “Good Evening, sir. Are you aware you were swerving down the road.” the officer asked. “Oh, I’m sorry officer. I spilled coffee in my lap and then the cup fell on.