?" I said, somewhat densely."That's right. I work in the university hospital. Georgia and I share an apartment right off campus." Well, that's great, ...rs. Hamilton. If you're willing, that will give me a chance to interview you both and maybe get you into the picture too." Call me Charlotte," she said. "We're old friends, after all. I guess you could say I've known you for twenty-one years ... The picture? What picture?" I thought I'd photograph Georgia again, so the paper could run. "Oh yeah," Mr. Miller grunted, as he thrust himself into me so hard I yelped out loud. "Take that big cock, you dumb little whore!"Lots of guys moan that their cocks are big, but Mr. Miller's really was. Too big for a girl as small as me. He knew it, too, but the old bastard liked to make me wince."Oh yeah, Mr. Miller," I wailed. "Pound my cunt. Do me harder!"It turned him on when I called him "Mister Miller", which was good because I didn't actually know his first name. Jim or Bob or Tony or. As we neared the barrier for the Circle line trains, I spotted Duggan,sweating and struggling through the crowd. I was still about eight yardsaway, when I saw the two meet and Duggan hand over the package. My manthen headed straight for the barrier with his oyster card in hand. He gotto the barrier just before me and went through.I had no other option, but to climb over the barrier. The station staffimmediately shouted and started after me. I got to my man just beforethey got to me. I shouted. The memory of the photos of the girls in their underwear, and then naked floated behind my closed eyes and caused a tiny throb in my kitty. I knew what kind of pictures she meant."Uh ... I guess so." I finally managed to reply. Her hand was still spreading the soap on my chest."That's fantastic!" Carly's voice went up. She sounded so enthusiastic. "They'll be beautiful just like you!" her hand left my boobs and I opened my eyes to see her putting the mitt on again. "Stand up sweetie so I can do.