Even in the moment of his climax, Stephen was aware of Josette's cry and whispered into her ear in the hope that no one had heard.Josette for her part... whispered that it didn't matter. Stephen's eyes opened wide in surprise. Josette just smiled then indicated Fran sitting somewhat stiffly in the computer chair.Stephen's jaw dropped as he saw his mother across the room."How long have you been there?" he said colouring up like a beetroot."Oh! Perhaps 15 minutes." Fran replied smiling."I enjoyed. The fact is Bitches ain't nervous 'round you, they likely to figure you out; 'cause bitches, they always analyzing you, and shit like that. They got these photographic memories what play back every damn word you say to them, two -- three weeks later, and I find that damned irritating when they do it to me.So the Bitch loses the exasperated expression and blurts out, "I ... err ... I'm working on a feature story, umm ... on prostitutes and..." She falters some, then she regained her composure. The guy was running his hands along the curve of her bottom and over the backs of her legs.Sameera tried to control herself, to calm her breathing. It seemed so loud. Could they hear her? Could they tell she was awake? They were so close – she could smell the excitement steaming off of their skin. Ritu had begun to slowly wriggle her hips, grinding them against the guy's crotch. He groaned audibly. Abruptly, he put one arm around her shoulders and the other around her butt and flipped her onto. ? Then he lifted me up, and faster than I could have imagined, he lifted me to the back of the car, and threw me in a cage. Then he shut the door, and left for the drivers seat, and started the car. I sat up, and looked through the bars of the cage. The whole backseat had been turned into a cage, so I had plenty of room. Also, I could come rather close to him. But for now, I laid down to try figure everything out. But as I moved my legs, I noticed something strange. I was wet. Soaked, actually..