” We turn and walk away in the direction of Chalk Farm. There is a park right next to the station, and she looks at it and says, “In there?” “...o there isn’t any cover, but let's stop at the corner in the dark there and I will get you to do something for me.” “Okay.” “How old are you?” “I’m 16 almost 17.” “Oh, wow. Why are you doing this? Getting paid to suck cock?” “Well a couple of my friends have done it, and they sort of talked me into it.” “How many times have you done this before?” “This. 4 am exactly, and I realize my hand is in between your legs and your hips are slightly gyrating. I wake up a little more and push my palm against your flesh a little harder, moving my hand down and back up. You let out a quiet moan and I know it feels good. Kissing your neck, I move down and back up a few more times...and as I move down again I push my middle finger slightly inside you, just feeling your warm wetness makes me hard and happy. I pull your slippery juices up to your clit and feel. .. but everybody showed up at ten. There's a lot of rigging to do when the boat is upside down in the rack. Masts don't stick in the ground ... they're stored in the rack along with the boat. Lines and sails are in the clubhouse and have to be fetched. Imagine; fourteen 8 to 15 year old kids trying to claim the proper sail for their boat. Rule number two; There will be no horseplay around equipment and class area. Use of profanity prohibited."You little motherfucker! That's my sail!" Not! You. Despite my feelings in the matter, she is quite attractive to look at – the patterns of her body are certainly interesting to look at, but the sunlight cast over the canyon brings out the beauty of her eyes, dazzling through her hair. I gulp once more. Nervous. Suddenly, the violent opening of doors. We both turn to the door, but she makes the first move and rises from her seat, looking carefully through the window into the train’s corridor. ‘Marshals. Three of them.’ I feel a rush of pins and.