I included the entire song lyrics in the story, in order, withoutchanging a word. I just added 'context'.--------------------------PrologueI looked d...wn at the summons. I knew what my ex-wife wanted, shewanted more money. "Well if she wanted more, then she should get a joband earn it," I thought angrily. "It's a good thing I got rid of her.She was a leech, spending all my money when we were married. Now we'redivorced and she still wants my money. She isn't getting more. Sheshould be. She was a 45 year old she gave me hand job when i was about 12 i had had a bath and she was drying me when she felt my little cock get hard .So she said whats this i was so shy she just held it in her hand and wanked me that was the best feeling ever i cam all over her hand she just smilled at me that better she asked looked forward to bath nights after that hehe getting back to the story mum was in the bedroom waiting for her next guy when in walked a little black guy he was mums next fuck .In. There was silence on the other end."Anthony?" I'm not sure what happened, love, I got caught up in all the mêlée afterwards, I don't know where Angela went." Oh… um… well, I'd better get over to the hotel and find her. I hope she's not in a state." Would she be?" It's a big stress. What came out? She was worried." The prosecution got at her a little." How?" Asked her at one point the difference between what she did and a common prostitute." She's not going to like that. Will it get into the. " She led them to the front of the shop, passing throughlengthy corridors. The shop seemed to be dingy and full of unfashionableclothes. "This is the reception area," she said. "For the importantclients we take them through here." And opened a hidden door behind whichwas a large shop area full of the most fashionable clothes in all coloursand designs. Beyond that was another shop, this time full of underwear,lingerie, basques, corsets and more. Beyond that was another shop thistime full of.