I walked up the road, turned left into the high street, headed for the newsagent’s at the far end of town. I was 18, and on holiday with my parents....How uncool can you get? It was as though my entire life had been leading up to this point. I was alone, and I was going to buy my first porno mag. I had feigned illness that morning to avoid going on the bus tour, and my parents had left the hotel for the day. You see, I had had a very strict upbringing. Mother had made it plain that pornography. Normally during the week she’d be away with work and I’d be stuck at home, and if I did manage to pull either Fiona or Denise I’d have to explain how I couldn’t often get away on an evening or weekend, so I had no hesitation in coming clean, “Yes, married with two k**s,” I replied.“Good,” replied Fiona to my surprise. “I like married men. They know what they’re doing!”“Kerching!” I thought to myself. “I’m in here!” A young single girl, good looking with a great body, and that last statement. Your room is…um…cozy, I say, standing awkwardly in the middle of your room, looking around. Theres a bottle of lotion next to your bed, and my mind steps a toe into the gutter. Ill be right back, sit anywhere, you reply, looking down awkwardly and shuffling out of the room. I sit on your bed, then lay down and stare at your ceiling. This is where you sleep, I think to myself, where you dream. I hear you coming back into the room, and I sit back up. Youre carrying one of your cats, the one with. A woman has camera she tells me to pose in a certain way. I follow her directions. My nipples are hard. My pussy is dripping wet. I arch my back. Push my chest out. Get on the floor. The secretary puts a foot near my mouth. Lick her shoe. The secretary is wearing a red PVC minidress her big natural breasts are revealed as the front zip comes down. Her hands are on her nipples. The photographer squats near me to get a close up of the tip of my tongue on the toe of her black high heels. I turn an.