I kissed her neck then started kissing on the top of her bare shoulder. While I kissed the top of her right shoulder, I ran my right hand downto the c...otch of her blue jeans. Anne moaned while I started rubbing the crotch of her jeans. "Yes, I love whores," I whispered in her left ear while my right handgroped the crotch of her blue jeans. I undid the top of her blue jeans and lowered the zipper. I slipped my hands into her jeans and into her panties. Anne moaned while I ran my hand down to her. I hung my coat over the back of the chair and you got your first full look at my new dress, I could see that it pleased you, red, low cut, very short, with strategic black lack inserts. I was wearing stockings and with my legs crossed you could just see the tops, the gap between skirt, skin and stocking catching your eye, unable to look away. I'd planned this well.I caught your eye and we both stood together, reaching for each other, coffee forgotten now. Kissing, we moved towards the stairs. Clegg sat on the end of the bed that he'd just left and passed one cup to Angela. "Handy for the Admiralty here in St James's."Angela pushed a strand of blonde her back from her face. "Yes," she said, "Daddy's been very good. It's frightfully expensive. I don't know how the other girls get by on just their service pay."The same way you are doing, Clegg thought to himself as she took the tea.Angela's uniform was scattered across the bedroom, evidence of the enthusiasm with which the two of them. We seem to get through more bottles of wine each week.” I didn't want her to get toodeep into the lie so I changed tack.“You don't want to sit around in the same wine bar every time. Why don't you all go to some clubs or barswhere there's a bit more action?” I asked her.“Well, we have done. I told you about Xyte the other week. That was fun.”I pressed on. “When you're out, Em, I have a few beers, watch a bit of tv and my mind wanders off to whatyou'd be doing right then. I imagine you having to.