The following Saturday morning Arthur and Dorothy with Larry in tow went hunting for an engagement ring while Isobel and Gerry were hunched over Isobe...'s laptop.They found the Law Society Gazette which showed a number of vacancies in Family Law in London."Are you a member?" asked Isobel. "Because I'm not." Yes I am." Over to you, sir. Get the details of what they're showing and on Monday ring them up and see if they've got anything under the counter." Yes, miss. Very good, miss. Anything you. It was a nice spring day, the streets were quiet and I really didn’t know where to look for a café. I walked for a few minutes and found a little place on a corner, it was a regular dingy little London café, but had kind of a Middle Eastern flair, a couple of older men sat a table outside smoking hookahs and inside there was no one, just a big wide screen tele playing music videos with the sound down. I walked up to the counter, there was no one there so I looked through the chiller-cabinet for. My most sensitive area was awakened to a new pleasure. Albeit a double edged please but my pussy clenched hard at the abuse. "I didn't hear my dirty girl. Say it. Tell me you want me to finger your pussy." Blushing, I hesitated. I didn't want to give into his demands. I wanted to keep control of my unruly body. Mind and body were at war and he was the puppeteer. He slapped my pussy again, harder this time. "Yes! Your dirty little slut wants you to finger her pussy!" I screamed. A loud moan. He wouldn’t lie to me so he was able to convince himself he had a lot of work to do. He was still angry with me and didn’t want to see me. It was accurate that he didn’t need to be at dinner with me every night. It just wasn’t the reason he didn’t want to come. He did not want to say he didn’t want to see me. That was fine with me. I didn’t want to see him either. I was angry as well. ‘The next night he had a different excuse. ‘‘I’m too tired. It can be such an ordeal over there. I want to get.