"What?" Angela said when she saw Mac staring.Mac was startled. He had been lost in his assessment of the pretty woman. "Uh... nothing. I was just look...ng at you," Mac answered, embarrassed at being caught."Why, do I have food on my face?" she asked with a smile."No... no... you look beautiful!" he blurted."Thank you," she said quietly.The two fell silent again until Angela looked troubled."What's the matter?" Mac asked."Oh, I don't know, it's just all that has happened recently. Do you really. Many times, but not always. How about now?After all, we want to get into the tasty teen tight big white knickers, which could be done quite fast, discrete and relatively easy somewhere on our way back up hill to Campus, but if she would let us do that to her inside the Cathedral at holy ground, is another question. At least to me. Not to Anne, who knows she can present Cathy to me as I might order, in any position, at any moment I feel hot for her. Or for Anne herself, for that matter. After. Hopefully I’ll be here. But if not, just don’t let them near the ‘under the counter’ stuff. And be polite, for Christ’s sake. “Yes, Officer, No Officer, Three Bags Full, Sir”. I think they cream off some of the stuff for themselves, the wank mags, the spankers. Just make sure you do as they say. Otherwise I’ll be taking a cane to your sorry arse!” “You wouldn’t dare! Anyway, I bet you haven’t got a cane.” “You’re right. I haven’t got a cane. I’ve got several! We used to sell them, but the cops. She emailed those 10 asking how close they were, what their availability was, and then wanted them to describe any experiences they had, or how they imagined the first time together going. All 10 of them responded back within minutes of her emails. She carried on while I was nearby an email conversation with them for the next few hours. Exchanging pictures, stories, details, kinks, fetishes, and more. I could tell she was getting worked up, so I got down on floor and climbed between her legs.