Robert had mentioned that he liked a well shaved woman. Cynthia eagerly wanted to please him. So she had asked her older Asian friend for help. The bu...rning sensation in her crotch was more than she had bargained for though. “I should have asked what Hannah does.” The redhead moaned. “Just a few more strips.” Estley said with a grin. True to her word, when the younger coed’s pussy was completely bald Estley leaned in and gave her a long lick. Followed by an ice cube. She rubbed it on the moaning. I’ll let you go, but check your email in a minute or two.”“Okay.”“Goodbye. Blessed be, dear.”“Bye, Grandma,” Diane said, and then did something she’d never done before, because it felt right. She repeated, “Blessed be.”She could almost see her grandmother’s beaming smile as the call disconnected.Diane put the phone down, cradled her hot face in a hand, shook her head, and silently chuckled. On top of everything else, she’d all but admitted to giving herself over to the gremlins to her. He was bored, alone, and angry.Steve Barringer wasn't having any better luck. He, too, was receiving intercepts of Martha Jacobs' telephone calls, but he didn't have to listen to them. The agency had trained analysts to do that. Their methods were more expensive than Golenko's simple bribery, and they had no plans to dispose of their source. But the risk was just as high. There would be bloody hell to pay if anyone suspected they were monitoring private communications. Or maybe not. The agency. It was perfectly suited for the pictures Patsy ... and I wanted.We decided to meet at my studio above a shop near the Guildhall for the session. Patsy arrived right on time and when she walked in the door, I knew that I was going to have a hard time concentrating on the ‘work at hand’. Patsy was even more gorgeous than I remembered with a shapely, sturdy, but tight model’s figure. Her silky brown hair, with hints of grey, was coiled and pinned tightly, not reaching her shoulders; her eyes and.