”“I didn't say that. Some women are playful. With your father, for instance.”Her expression tightened at that.The father. I smiled, an excited a...he rippling through me.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Session 3 with Mercedes Daniels“And how were your the last two days?” I asked, the soothing click-click of the metronome echoing through my office. Mercedes hugged a pillow to her chest. She wore a skirt today with fishnet stockings and a belly shirt, her lipstick a soft pink.“Bad,” Mercedes muttered.. In my mind, everything seemed easier in the dark, no one could see me if I was hanging out by her house. No one could see me if I took my dick out and stroked it as I waited for her to get home. Everyone I thought, but not Maggie. She had seen me, subconsciously, maybe I wanted her to. It was so long ago. There in the dark, I leaned against the side of her house. With thoughts of a big cock hanging between her legs and the scent of her perfume still in the air, I stroked myself.Until, I heard. Running errands that usually consisted of delivering things to customers…usually drugs. But I got pretty well paid, and being seen about with the Spartans meant other kids never gave me any aggravation.Also Danii benefitted financially as I always gave her cash to buy stuff and she even got pally with Scotty,s girlfriend Maria and a couple of other of the bitches, as the gang called their girls.Then one night Scotty made an announcement saying we all were going to go away that weekend to a. He'd already saved several times their motley crew from calamity on the long trail from Hampstead through the ruins of Chigwell and the ganglands of Wanstead. As Eugenie was the only person in the company who'd ever lived in a country village outside of London, everyone looked towards her for guidance. The general view was that a childhood spent in the East Midlands country was essential preparation for the wilds of London's outermost parks."We'll head for those trees over there," Eugenie.