"If you want more, my private number is on the back. Call it. Any time."And then in a flash he opened his door and left me there, card in hand. I wish...I could say I called him, and that led to amazing things, but unfortunately, by the time I worked up the courage, all I got was a pre-recorded "the number is no longer in service." It did teach me an important lesson -- don't wait for what you want!I returned to that glory hole (and others) over the years. (And now I am looking for them once. “Well done you, we should have been more careful, but no harm done then!”, the remark incensed her, “ No harm, you dipstick, ok I got carried away yesterday, but if I am up the duff, that’s years of work for me, like it was with you, baby minding, then bloody school, and so on, and a lot of expense we don’t need, not to mention living a lie for ever, I have been looking forward to your leaving home in some ways, not being saddled with another millstone for the next 20 years, so if you ever get. I never saw her slide in the booth next to me, and was quite unaware of her presence until she burped noisily. I glared at her, molested and somewhat surprised. ‘I need some money,’ she blurted abruptly. Ignoring the request to return to the latest scores, she shook my arm pensively, and tried to capture my gaze in her own desperate one. ‘How much. . .’ ‘Hundred or so.’ Not knowing her desperation I retorted, ‘Go ask your Mommy.’ That hurt her and she began to withdraw. ‘I’ll fuck you!’ She. She started to rub my clit back and forth quite quickly and I realised that I would not be able to stop this orgasm. Her hand moved vigorously underneath my pyjamas as she rubbed my clit faster and faster as I tilted my pelvis to make her rub me harder. My legs tensed and I felt the first wave creep through me, she continued to massage my clit softly as my orgasm subsided and my breathing slowed down. She sat up on the bed and peeled her nightdress off to reveal a very petite figure with tiny.