That means it's legally binding, doesn't it?Fuck it. Better safe than sorry. It's just one more shoot. What's the worst that can happen?*It's a bright... sunny morning which is a good thing because if it was dark Angel would almost certainly be murdered on her way here.This is not a good neighbourhood.She finds the warehouse which looks like you could replace the word "ware" and "crack" and do a service to honesty. This place looks like it's been abandoned for years.Angel pushes the main door. I pretended to be fiddling with some of the settings on the computer as I waited for my throbbing erection to subside. Roxie sighed, ‘Wow, I am glad that’s over. Bob, you are a life saver.’ I said, ‘Thanks, it was nothing. Well, maybe I should get going.’ I was hoping to escape with my dignity still intact. But she said, ‘Oh, don’t go yet. Come over here and have another cup of coffee with me. It’s the least I can do.’ I walked over and sat in a chair beside the sofa, hoping my boner didn’t. I?m quite slim, so I could fitinto it fairly easily, but what amazed me was that she didn?t notice they weregoing missing (or if she did, she didn?t care). I was sixteen when she foundthem. My mom had asked her to get something from my room, I didn?t hear hercoming up the stairs and she walked in to find me wearing her skirt, bra andsilk thong; for the longest moment, she just stood there, in shock, and Istarted begging her not to say anything to my parents about it - they?re quiteconservative,. He seemed to sense the erotic effect his mild dominance and humiliation would have on me. Again, he was his father’s son!After several minutes of taking me to the brink, Eric withdrew his fingers from my pussy, and stood up. I had been on the verge of a massive climax, just moments away from cumming violently with Eric's fingers inside me. I wanted to cum; I needed to cum. I wanted to beg him to touch me again, to finish the job he had started. But I did not. But in my shame, I knew that Eric.