He particularly enjoyed having me on all fours on his kitchen table, inspecting my wet little cunt up close, telling me what he liked to do to whores ...ho didn’t do as they were told. Once I deliberately provoked him to see what would happen and then naively let him tie me face down, legs spread wide open on his bed and he belted my ass till I screamed in desperation that I would do anything he wanted whenever he wanted it. After that he never paid me again, but I still came running whenever he. I remember reading them and feel my cheeks burn as my body would react to the images that book would induce within me. And although my imagination was very creative and detailed, I wanted visual cues. So soon enough I had a notebook, marked “Biology” as a subject, with all kinds of crazy drawings I would come up with. Girls bending over, men having their ways with them. Girls inserting things into their cunts, assholes and rubbing their clits. Guys jerking their cocks, while watching girls. So the club was open all week, with the dances usually held on the Saturday nights but on occasions other nights too depending on the reason or season, unless there was other entertainments like a concert planned. Sunday was a quiet day, when some ladies would drop in for a drink or just to chat for a couple of hours, particularly in the evening. Margaret and Florence finally arrived and we all took a seat at a table in the dance hall, as was common in these days the lighting was subdued once. I got to macdonalds at around 9-55.i couldnt see ted so i got myself a drink and sat down.every minute seemed like ten as i waited,then my mobile went and it was ted,he was running late and could i meet him at his place,and there was an address, with some directions.i left my drink ,eager to get to teds place.about ten minutes later i was standing out side this rundown flat. my throught was dry when i knocked on th door,then afterc a few seconds it opened to reveal an elderly gent about.