I had almost finished my drink when a young blonde woman came to the bar to order a drink. She was pretty, and I guessed in her early twenties. She go...t her drink, which was some kind of fruity concoction. She turned to leave the bar and was jostled by someone, causing her drink to spill on her blouse, and on my arm and shirt. She said something in Dutch which I took as an apology.“It’s OK,” I said in English. “I just need a napkin.”She turned to the bar and said something and the bartender. I like your style so far, I'll tell you that much."She blushed!"Thank you, Sir. Well, if it wasn't interesting enough already, It's about to get even better. Every time, I thought of letting her go home, I would see her as the "Old Becky" and just use her again. Not that she was complaining. Just the opposite. She couldn't get enough of being treated like I was treating her. She had already sworn that she was my little cunt slave, forever. I was riding the beginning of another cum, when the. The dim bathroom light was on illuminating the room so that I could see enough to undress. I sat in a chair and removed my clothing letting them fall in a heap on the floor, time to gather them up in the morning when I was sober. I then crawled into bed failing to notice the lump under the covers on the far side.I had just snuggled into my pillow and relaxed when suddenly a blinding light sprung forth from the lamp, on the other side of the bed. I turned and found myself looking up at a. I often followed a parent out for a brief distance when I'd leave school. I have also followed my principal, his secretary, and several other teachers." Ma'am," continue Agent Wyman, "we had been monitoring his activities for a period of time and shortly after his encounter with you he disappeared."I shook my head in exasperation and said, "I've already told you, I don't know this man." So you claim," hissed Agent Fleck."Look," I handed Agent Wyman back the picture, "I have a lot of report.