She remembered the empty chair from her vision the night before."Who are you?" Cassie asked the empty air. "And where did you go?"She gasped and whirl...d around when she heard faint footsteps, her heart pounding. She sighed and leaned against the door frame when she realized it was one of the servants passing in the hallway.She wrapped her arms around herself. She had felt a distinct presence in both incidents, and she thought she had felt it again the night before just as she was falling asleep. She oozed sexuality.We quickly became a couple. After our first sexual episode she was in love with my cock and I was in love with her slutty attitude and lack of sexual boundaries. She didn’t dress slutty, acted very innocent; but when the right buttons were pushed the slut in her exploded.In the course of the next few of weeks I found out two things about Ann that were both exciting and troubling. First, for her alcohol was an aphrodisiac and second, she subscribed to the philosophy that if. ” I dug into my pocket where I had crammed the change from my morning coffee, and hastily tossed it onto her lap. “Just take this and get out the next time we stop, OK?” She sat silently for a minute as her hand slipped off my thigh on to her face and she began to sob. “I can’t do that,” she murmured brokenly between sobs. Surprisingly the traffic began to move more briskly, and I breezed through the last three stoplights before the freeway entrance. Pulling over to the shoulder, I looked. In the end I suggested going parking in Belair National Park, some of the areas are totally deserted from one day to the next.Anne suggested it to the young guy suggesting that Saturday meeting near the tennis courts before driving to a more isolated area. I'd told Anne I had to be in the office on Saturday anyway and to have a good time and don't get caught by anyone, knowing where the meet was I set off to the ( office ) half an hour before Anne left and headed to Belair parking within sight.