Sergeant Howard of the Metropolitan Police sat at his desk with a diary infront of him, a pink diary with a heart on the front that had obviouslybelon...ed to Amber Foyle, the young woman who had been pulled from theThames. It had been found on the ground at what must have been the spotwhere she had jumped. Such a pity really, that such a good-looking girl(good looking before spending three days decaying in the Thames anyway)should become just another suicide. Perhaps her diary would tell him. . where we're going you can decide to either stay with us or to stay in the orphanage there, you're go to school and be just like all the other kids there, so what do you say, do you want to come with us?" he smiled at her encouraginglyRachael bit her lip, she didn't like living on the streets, it was cold and lonely, and some of the other people kept talking strangely, she didn't like them or their looks as they watched her, these people hadn't hurt her - yet, she added mentally, but there was. ‘I’ll talk to him.’ I flung my towel over my shoulder and tried to match his surliness. It was a losing proposition. I was in a service industry. If I’d wanted to be that surly, I would have stayed at the Post Office. ‘What seems to be the trouble, friend?’ I asked. He indicated his plate. ‘Boringgggggg!!!’ he belched. ‘Yeah, I notice you didn’t have any problem finishing it, bub,’ I said as I picked up the plate. It was spotless. He could have licked it clean. Oh, gross, he probably did. I put. He placed his thumb on my asshole as he fingered my pussy.I was squealing in pleasure as orgasm three started building. I started telling him to just fuck me. He obliged. Fred slid his cock into me from behind. This time I knew how far in he was because I felt his balls slap against my pussy. His big black cock felt so good deep inside me. He started fucking me hard enough it felt like his cock was going to poke right through my back.My third orgasm was just about to release. This time.