No Rebecca??Smarten yourself up then! Look at me at least I make the effort.?Her thick designer-cut brunette hair tumbled over her shoulders, she wore...an expensive grey pinstripe suit with a short skirt, sheer black stockings and 3 inch red heels. Of course her make-up was perfect. She liked to make an impression. That was part of her job as she saw it. She aimed to intimidate and titillate the men she met in business. That policy had worked very well with old Mr Charnley. She smiled to herself. The key often came in handy when he planned surprises for me. I smiled at the thought and quickly finished showering, not wanting to keep him waiting. I pulled the shower curtain to the side and reached for the towel that I had kept there. I moved my hand around, failing to feel its soft surface. I finally looked up, only to see that it wasn’t there! Surprised, I cracked the door to my bathroom open and saw Jake sitting on my bed. “Uh... Jake? Could you pass me a towel? I think I forgot to take. Mel and I were now getting on fine, much to her mother joy, she seemed to like me and would always give me big hug, her big bust pushed hard into my chest. If you drove passed their house the road would petered out and ended up to give magnificent view over Southampton water and the docks; at night it was a wonderland of lights. We would often park there taking in the sights. One night I put my arm around her and pulled her towards me; we kissed long and hard. My hand reached up and cupped her. .."I moaned aloud as her mouth engulfed me. It was my second blowjob, and felt every bit as good as the first.After drying and getting dressed we grabbed a quick breakfast, and Laura drove us both to school. She paused at the curb around the corner to give me a quick kiss out of sight, then pulled forward to drop me off in front. "See you later," she said, making it sound like a promise.I paid very little attention in class that day, actually getting rebuked by my English teacher for.