For example, if you don't want to know if he fantasizes about dressing in women's clothing, don't talk about dressing him in women's clothing while you're holding his dick. You might feel a pulse or two from any guy as he mulls it over, but if he gets hard, and you don't want him to, then maybe you should have kept your mouth shut. Every man... and every woman, too, has secret fantasies, just like you had about Kyra." "And this stiffy test is reliable?" "It's not a hundred percent, but you can follow up on what you learn. It's something the black card pros do. They report to me or my other drivers when we drive for them. The next pro that visits the guy might be able to verify the test. If three pros get the same result, we rate that as reliable." "I've heard about pros before. I thought it just meant prostitutes." "Close enough in many cases. There are quite a few among the black card sisters who make a living off the NQA money from other sisters. And many of the pros have tan or. Casey then decided to start swinging on the swing set that was built in the back yard a long time ago. She brushed the snow off the seat and squealed cheerfully as she sat down on the cold seat. Casey made a few swings when she suddenly got an idea. She realized that the poles on the swing set were metal. It reminded her of that scene in the movie, “A Christmas Story”, where the boy sticks his tongue to the frozen pole and gets stuck. Casey smiled at the thought. Casey had always wondered if that was a myth. She stood up and slowly walked over to the metal pole observing it. She took a quick look around to make sure no one was watching. The adventurous, naked girl took a deep breath. Casey poked her tongue out from between her lips, took a step forward and gasped as she felt the tip of her tongue sting as she pressed it to the freezing pole. Casey stood in surprise for a moment. She felt that now it was time to go back inside, but was shocked when her tongue stretched as she tried to.