"This is a pretty hairy one. I haven't seen that nice a unit in a while, but that needs a lot of work. I hope our tools will be right for this Europea... type ... is that Danish or Swedish?. Bill, c'mere take a look."Bill steps up behind Ted, now the two of them virtually have me pinned between the counter and the cabinet door. As he leans down over Ted's shoulder to look at the disposal, he does so slowly, and takes his time looking me over before casting a quick glance under the counter. "Yep,. The garters attached to the cincher held my stockings high on my creamy thighs. I had decided to forego the skirt and vest. I would hopefully not need them. I sat on the easy chair and watched myself in the mirror, stroking my cock ever so slowly. I looked hot. At 1:31 I started waiting, disappointed, but not surprised. I considered putting on street-legal clothes in case my date never showed up – I would be ready to drive to the arcades and start a hot night of strange cock…but stopped. “To Maurice Alfred Jackman”, at my address. Fuck! My real fuckin’ name’s my fuckin’ business.Now you know why I insist on being called ‘Jack Jackman’.I closed the door, although it was colder inside the flat than outside. I ripped open the big envelope and shook out a thin padded envelope about 150x200mm, with a repeat of my name and address in block capitals on the front. I turned it over and read the return address, and whistled. My old man himself, Jonathan A Glover, no less, lately of some. M. I had time to take a shower and a little bit of privacy to myself.After I took a shower, I laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. There was one little secret that I would never share with my Uncle or anyone. After all, he was a man and I was just a little girl. Well, teenage girl that is. I love watching porn and masturbate while I watch it. Sometimes, I touch myself whenever Uncle Max is at work and before I sleep. I mean, I was in my teens, being curious about the male anatomy.