“Anne! Please, don’t!” “Oh come on, don’t be a chicken now. I promise you it will work.” And then, like a death blow, she added the one th...ng she knew I was helpless against. “Think of Jason, he’ll come in his pants once he sees the pictures. Come on; imagine your fingers are Jason’s. Show him your desire!” That did it. I closed my eyes again, suddenly the fingers weren’t my own anymore and I imagined how he would touch me, without hesitation, how he’d plunge his thick fingers into my wet. Suddenly her phone chirped. It was Jake.“Hi honey, I was just getting the newspapers.”“Breakfast is almost ready, where exactly are you?”“Running up the stairs, between the third and fourth floors.”“Ah, you’ll be coming to the back door, then, leading to the utility room, where I keep the wellies and heavy coats. I’ll meet you there.”“OK, honey, see you soon.” She sprinted up the rest of the steps, only to find him already there, wearing an apron and holding the door open.“Sorry, I stopped to. He said go get a pee now, but do it quickly as there are people coming by bikes down there, as he pointed a bit down the road. My legs was shaking as he pushed me out of the motorhome. Only a field of low grass and nowhere to hide, and I saw people coming about 200 hundred meters down the small road. I tried to open the door but it was locked. Quickly I walked to the rear of the motorhome, and quickly I spread my legs and let the flow out. I saw my gd looking thru the window, and he could. .. she went on, “from then till he goes on Monday when I drop him at the station he takes charge totally, he`s not good at it but he`s the best I have, and he`s a loving little twerp, but well, during the weekdays, seldom do we have any sex on a weekday it’s a bit mundane I admit, I do occasionally, well regularly I spose, sleep with the butcher, when he calls, that gets me a bit of fillet steak for Saturday tea, just for a ten-minute go over this table, and it makes a change, but most days.