"You're right, Sweetheart -- that was a MUCH better story. It's too bad that I can see the end approaching..."There was a grunt and Abigail turned to ...ook -- and there WAS a boy standing there! Then he put his hand on the girl Amy's shoulder and was gone again. "How do you do that?" Abigail asked."What?" Amy cocked her head."The boy..." We don't want to make you uncomfortable..." It's fine," Abigail insisted. ... And the boy was standing there -- slight, dark-haired, wearing eyeglasses -- a. She went into a bar. Men tried to pick her up. They wanted to rape her. She killed them all.Then he had two fingers inside me, right up to my hymen. I clamped my mouth against his arm and moaned. Suddenly I wanted to touch him, touch what I had felt pressed against me in room 451. I stroked up his thigh and found his hard cock. I traced the shape of him through his shorts. It felt huge. I shivered again and imagined how it would feel in my hands, or my mouth, or inside me. I felt him. I do thank you for your offer, but you have only just met me, I'm not the type of person you may think I am. Now wipe your eyes and go onto lunch, you've got lessons with other teachers this afternoon, I'll see you tomorrow, go on now." I gently set her down on her feet and pointed her towards the door; she turned round and then threw her arms around my neck again, kissing my face."Thank you Mr. Purple, you seem to know what to say." She said, and then ran out of the door, I smiled at her. "I know but that's no problem as it's a woman."He went on to explain that an American man had called him from the Grosvenor House hotel and he had asked for someone to service his wife at the same time as Gustav, my Argentinian friend, looked after him.It took me all of two seconds to dismiss the thought that the woman might be old, fat or even ugly as well. Even the big amount of money went to the back of my mind. To be paid to have sex with a woman was enough of a challenge to me. Within.