”Manning looked thoughtful, then nodded. “I’ll just tell them that our methods are proprietary and that we only guarantee results. If they get p...ushy, we walk away.”The police arrived ten minutes later and hauled a groggy, and very confused, Carlton Wainright, III away in a squad car. A detective, one that knew Manning from his previous job, took a couple of notes and chatted for a bit but, since the call had come from Wainright’s firm, didn’t press on why the man was here beyond the. If I had to guess her tits are a big C or maybe even a D. She has fair skin, not too pale, but not too dark. Blonde hair that goes just past her shoulders, blue eyes, and skin tight jeans that make her round ass pop. And I think shes sixteen. Maybe seventeen. She is quite the knockout. As for me, Im just your average seventeen year old boy. Average brown unkempt hair, average green eyes, average height, and average build. Average everything. I might as well be named John Smith. Speaking of. While Paul had sex with Allan, Allan would be servicing me. The first time that that happened was an incredibly erotic experience and one which we were to repeat countless times, with numerous permutations! Paul has now taken to sleeping in the spare room and our sex life is non existent. I need sex, regularly. Two months without is far too long. I need a man! Better still, two men!Last week I received a nasty little letter from Allan’s wife. Apparently she’d arrived home early and. The three of them looked surprised to see the two of us there at first.Anne spoke up. "I'll stay here with your girls until you get back," she offered.She didn't wait for their answer. She walked through the screen door at once."Thanks," Patrice said, greeting me with a smile. I was starting to feel like I'd climb a mountain for that smile.Abby was carrying some clothes. I knew the routine. We didn't talk, more for the girl's sake. It wasn't a long walk and I walked ahead of the girls to give.