‘If you could sign here, please, Sir.’ A card was turned and pushed across the counter. Putting pen to paper Bob signed with a flare, as most memb...rs of the social elite do. Fred Johnston was common enough, he thought. An hour later Bob stood on a short platform as the young woman measured his inseam a second time, her fingers nestled snuggly into the edge of his briefs as she noted the measurement in a small note pad. With no illusions of being a hunk, Bob’s curiosity was pricked and he. ” I smiled and imagined him naked.“We should hang out sometime. I could introduce you to some other people our age. Most of us guys are headed to college in the fall so this is our last summer home. We’re making the best of it.”“That would be fun, thank you Sir.” I was hoping there would be wild orgies and orgasms handed out like candy.“I’ll contact your Grandfather.” Back to being an owned ‘thing’. He handed me my slip without being asked.“Thank you, Sir.” I smiled and left. I didn’t. Sarah sidled furtively into the ladies' loo in the car park, under instructions to stay there until I returned for her. First I went to the bank, and after a nerve-wracking call to my own branch, I withdrew £1,000 in cash, almost emptying my current account. Then I went shopping. The headline on the newsstand made me lurch. 'Group Bombers Named.' Trying to steady my shaking hand, I bought a copy of The Sun and saw on the front page a large clear photograph of the girl now hiding in the car park. Making her all wet with my saliva. Giving small bites between her pussy and ass hole.Anjali started to shiver. Pushing herself onto my face, she started to cum. Releasing her juice out of her pussy. I moved from her asshole to her pussy and started sucking it as she released. I did not stop.I kept rubbing her clit to give her some post orgasm torture. Her body was so sensitive. She was wiggling around like a fish. Just when I felt nothing else was there inside her pussy to suck, I released her.