A one-way mirrored viewing window spanned two-thirds of the wall behind them. They wore buckskin clothing. A young girl sat at one end. Her white, bea...ded buckskin dress flowed down over her high-topped moccasins. Adams had never met her but he knew her. She was the girl in the photograph given him by an investigator he had hired. She should be dead.The older man sitting in his regalia was all too familiar. The so-called shaman, Michael ‘Mike’ Peterson, closely associated with the younger. When I turned up they'd been half way through a tour of duty in Berlin and by the time I was old enough to go to school it had been decided that having to trail me all over the world, if they were posted was just too much trouble. So I was dropped into the welcoming lap of my Aunt Jessica from the age of six until I was thirteen.Aunt Jessica didn't seem to mind having me in the least, in fact she loved having someone in the house with her. The problem was that she wasn't too keen on having a. "Please stop," she begged. "I'll do anything you want just please stop." "You will do what I want anyway," Mariel replied threateningly. Her next plea was taken by shock and confusion as his clothes vanished as if they never existed. She stared up at him in stupefied silence as the sun glinted off his lean, muscular body. His cock hardened, growing to its thick, ten inches. He held her head still as he placed the head of his massive cock against her lips. Amy. Take off everything we need you naked for this after all it is underwear"I wernt into the room and quickly undressed hoping I wouldn't get hard from the excitement. . Jen came in and looked at me..."Your mum had a call and had tio drop into her work she will be back in an hour or so.. Now lets see "She looked me over noting that I had a slim feminine bod,no breasts of course and would make a fine teenage girl if that is what I wanted." I think you'll look gorgeous and when your mum gets back.