"Just let me back my car out and hop in," I answered.I'd both door windows open on Swifty, so I heard the long, low whistle Justin emitted as I backed... a growling Miss Swifty out into full view. He opened the door and fell in."Some fucking set of wheels." Fucking is the operable word there, Justin."It only took a few minutes for Justin to direct me to a dinner club with entertainment. As we entered, the Maitre d' greeted us with, "Good evening Mr. Jackson, your usual table?" Well," I thought,. "I think we've done enough to my poor father, little one. Let him go so he's got time to calm down before the rest of the guests get here." Yes, Master. As you wish." She smiled at him, then kissed him hard before she stepped back and moved to my side."So, Dad, are you convinced now?"He shook his head, then focused on me once again. "This ... this ... beautiful woman would do anything you told her to do, regardless of what it was?" Dad ... you're still not getting it ... if I told her to strip,. His legs felt as though they were turning to jelly as she poked out the tip of her tongue and ran it wetly all the way up to the head, eliciting a groan of pleasure. Of course, she would never admit that she and her friends had been known to watch porn themselves, or that most of what she knew about blow-jobs came from them or from unreliable accounts from her allegedly ore experienced friends. Looking in close-up at this rather daunting (were they all that big?) specimen, she was quite sure. ..nothing like you would see onsomeone's face in a traumatic death event," Neil replied, closing amedical box lid and clasping it shut. "Here, let me show yousomething..."He bent down beside Detective Delaney and with gloved hands, slowlyrolled the boy's head to the side. Kirk moved closer and was standingnear the youth's head. "Tears? Are those tears on his cheeks?" she asked."They are, they dry rather quickly which gives us a very short window forour time of death." He gently returned the.