I kissed her on the mouth, my tongue dancing with her warm and willing tongue. We squeezed each other tight, then she went to the door of her room, an... me to mine. We parted, but both knowing that we would be hooking up as soon as possible to have more hot, nasty sex.Sandy was my third girlfriend, and I’m ashamed to say it now but the first woman that I intentionally used. I treated her as my personal, living sex doll. I’m not proud of this, even today, but to me she was just a hot, willing. .." I nodded. "Cool. So ... Fifty up front?" Oh, right," he agreed, taking one more look around before reaching for his wallet."Great!" I took the crisp fifty dollar bill, opened my purse and gave it to Zane Grey to hold onto for me. "Alright then, let's see what we have down here ... You're such a big, handsome boy! I'm going to like this a lot, I think." Uh..." The man was still standing there."Come on," I giggled, "Let's make out for awhile first. You're not in a hurry, are you?" Excuse me,. He just left his c***dhood home and was on his way to his new adult home. He saw me and decided to stop and say hello.The first few moments were very awkward. Which you would expect. That soon passed and we caught each other up on our lives. I got married a year earlier. He was already divorced from wife number one. We soon ran out of news to share and I assumed that was it but then I saw him smile. I knew that smile. That was the smile he used to give me when he was feeling horny and was in. Here in Oxford, however, Catholics were practically outlawed, and the recent so-called Act of Toleration meant amnesty of a form only to Nonconformists, those Christians who did not adhere to certain teachings of the Church of England.All this was secondary to her as she walked along the quiet street. Although it was unusual for a young woman to venture out at night alone it was not unheard-of, especially in the quiet neighborhood where she and Amélie lived in the establishment of Master.