I know it is hard to believe and it involves a lot of moral issues.”I took the card and motioned for them to let me out. I went to the phone booth ...nd dialed the number on the card.The voice at the other end said the is “Garden Funeral Home, how may I help you,”First, I asked for their address, I thought if this was a scam that would be hard for them to come up with on such short notice. Much to my surprise, they immediately gave me the same address as on the card. Then I asked if Mr. John. "Interesting thing," Evan Duffield said. "I found out Monday that I've had a son running around this world for almost 18 years. I thought I might jet over and actually meet the boy." Please tell me that you didn't leave a rental car downstairs?" Camille asked. "It'll be long gone if you did." I took a cab," Evan replied. He still stood on the doorstep."You should have called!" Camille insisted."You know my credo, Girl!" Evan said, his smile never wavering. "'Better to seek forgiveness than ask. I put more lotion and did my breasts. I squeezed them and rolled the nipples. I shivered."Jamie would LOVE seeing this." I thought. "He'd love to be doing it more."I lotioned my tummy and then down to my tuft. I kept it trimmed and shaven to a little tuft. I'd seen it on the internet and liked how it looked. Clean and sexy. I rubbed my clit gently in circles and squeezed a breast. Sparks flew."Oooh, that's nice" And then, "Maybe I should go upstairs?"I reached up and pinched both nipples. My. I could imagine how it must have smarted. I felt slightly jealous.He pulled me to my feet, held me close. We kissed, a long lingering kiss. He stepped back, his hands at my waist, gave me a serious look.'Just who gave you that masterclass?' he asked. 'I sincerely hope it wasn't that waiter.'He was trying to look so stern that I couldn't quite stifle a giggle. That did it. He grabbed my arm, pulled me over to the whipping frame. Before I knew it my ankles were being fastened into the leather.