Not long after Taylor woke up, the front door opened and Brooks walked out, followed by two employees. Brooks spoke to them for a second as he locked ...the front door, and all three parted ways in the parking lot.Brooks pulled out of the parking lot and Whitaker pulled after him, staying well behind. Taylor hadn’t really seen this aspect of investigating before and was focused on the various moves she made to keep Brooks in view while keeping from getting noticed. He honestly found it. “I want more from you.” He said. “I want all of you.” Kicking off his shoes and pants, he knelt down, grappled with the zipper on her skirt and lowered it to the floor. She was standing there in her magnificent and stunning nudity, clad only in her boots with her skirt puddled around her ankles. With her tits held high, her pussy marked by a well-tended landing strip she radiated in his gaze. The fragrance of her nectar assailed his nostrils, daring and drawing him in. He bent forward slightly. Cindi felt that the other girls were snickering behind her back about her boyish figure.Her hair was another source of disappointment to her. She always dreamed of long straight flowing hair. Yet her hair insisted on curling up in a clumpy ball of red that sometimes made her feel like Little Orphan Annie. Her tangled thatch of hair between her long legs was also fiery red and she tried to hide it in gym class from the other girls. She just knew they would say nasty things about her pussy hair. "So you want better video than you've gotten in the past?" Exactly!" he shouted. "That's why I bought two of these systems. We can all make better videos and even edit them. It even comes with microphones so we can have sound." Dang," I muttered. "And all I was going to get you guys was a good bottle of wine." Don't worry about it," Charles laughed. Then he got a little more serious. "Go ahead and buy the wine, but there's something else I actually want for Christmas." ... and that is?" We'll.