Once they were in her apartment, Lisa pulled the young man into her arms, her lips covered his, and her arms slid around his neck. ‘I didn’t want ...to wait,’ she said softly after their kiss ended. ‘I’ve been thinking about you all day.’ She got like this every time she knew Bobby was coming in for an appointment. They kissed again and Bobby pulled down Lisa’s zipper and slid a hand into the front of her jumpsuit. She had nothing on under it and his hand coasted onto a firm, small breast. She. She pressed her face against his chest as men leered at her and whistled, fear and something else quivering inside of her. She had never known what it was like to be held by a man. No man had dared kiss her, for fear of her father. And even had she wanted one to, her mother had instilled in her the ways of a Lady. A Lady wasn’t supposed to get her skirts dirty, was to smile prettily and sit quietly while the men talked. And most of all, a Lady was not to be familiar with a man that was not her. Kerry gasped as she felt the invading fingers probe her tender twat which spilled its juices all over Jim’s hand. Like her sister, Kerry exploded instantly into a jerking, dripping climax as soon as Jim’s fingers sunk into her pussy. She gasped and moaned and shook, simultaneously aroused and humiliated at the squishy sounds her wet cunt made as Jim’s fingers moved in and out of her steaming depths.“Well,” said Jim, withdrawing his fingers from Kerry’s love canal after a few moments, “that. If not years.”“They were succubi,” I said slowly, “but that might be a bit difficult to explain in your reports.” I nodded toward the open room on the other side of the bed and added, “but nowhere near as difficult as that.”The officer didn’t seem to understand, so I pointed to the museum display and the mannequins who were beginning to move. One of them looked at the policeman and asked, “Where am I?”“When are you is a better question,” I said. The costumed women were now gathering together.