Hunger gets the better of me and, after bacon and eggs, I am feeling alive and well. At the office, George is very helpful in giving me directions to ...he local store and telling me he can get me a pass for the five days of the festival.“If you are going to attend every day, it is the best way to go. You save nearly forty percent off individual day passes.”After paying in advance for the pass, I head to the local grocery store to replenish my larder. It turns out that the fairgrounds and arena. I smirked at him and motioned for him to come with my finger. He smiled and walked out the door. Moments later there was a knock on the front door. I hurried over to answer it. I smiled. ‘I made you come with one finger image what I can do with five,’ I said pulling him inside. He laughed and kissed me. Jason lifted me up and brought me over to the sofa. I took off his shirt and pants as he fondled with my breast. My hands roamed his body as he fingered me. I moaned against his lips and moved. “Not now, not here. Don’t cry. Not here. Look we can work something out. Course we can.”“But she’ll know. She knows. Knows I’m a slut, a slut who sells her body for money. Fucking Charlie.” I said. “Get the money back from Charlie, buy her back?” Sophie said. “We can try!” I said hopefully.Ambrose’s step-mother, or Mummy, as he insisted on calling her was still with Hannah, holding her hand. She kissed her again, kissed my daughter. “She’s only sixteen!” I said. “I know, I know,” Sophie. When I stepped out of the stairs I noticed that Ms. Jones had just pulled in. She opened her door and stepped out with one foot just as I was passing. Her skirt had slid up her legs and when I looked over she had one foot out of her car and her legs open fairly wide. She was turned the other way like she was looking for something. My eyes worked their way up the inside of her thighs and when they came to the top they almost popped out of his head. His boss wasn't wearing panties and he was.