Puttingmy index and middle finger together, I easily slip them between your wet lips,all the way up to my hand. Your eyes pop open and you moan. Even ...as you moan,however, you realize that you can't see me in the mirror, but you can see yourself. "Wha-" youbegin, before I push your face down into the soft cushion under you. I decideto not punish you again, this time for speaking without permission. I knowwhat you are going through and find it very amusing. "I told you the answeralready, my pet.. “Oh yes, they are losers!” Jeff said as he looks at his sister.“Not only that, but there’s more perverse things those boys had said.” Megan continued.“Oh my God ... there’s more? Karen asked.“Yes ... they said that Jeff is a lucky boy if he is just like them.” Megan said.“What you mean by that?”“That they’re wondering if Jeff likes to sniff your dirty panties!” Megan said chuckling.“Ewww,” Jeff exclaimed as if in shocked, turning his head looking and wrinkling his nose at his mom.“What Ewww are. In fact, she hardly breathed. I lowered my mouth to her ear as the blade sectioned the ripe, red flesh. “But those filthy emails you’ve been sending… my God.” She lifted her head. “Emails.” “It’s too late to play innocent.” I released her hands and gathered her long brown waves, hooking the thick tangle in front of one shoulder. “Do you really think I’d forget the things you said you’d do to me?” “Do?” A black tattoo emerged from the collar near the base of her neck. It was a curved Roman II. An English rose supplanted in an American metropolis made of concrete and steel. She looked and acted very nervous, almost afraid.So, this was the woman who had called at the agency and requested an appointment outside of the office. Maybe I was in luck and could fill my appointment book after all. But, why the meeting outside of the office, why had she not left her name with the agent's secretary?I didn't recognize her. Her face didn't ring any bells. Had I photographed anything for her.