I sat there with my camera, snapping pictures of the girls as they chattered. These were the kind of photographs I liked most of all. Casual, realisti..., fun. Of course, these pretty girls would be nice to photograph under almost any circumstances, but this was the best, I thought.Eventually hunger overcame our lethargy, and Heather suggested we take the car and get some fish and chips, and then find somewhere to eat them. Vicki vetoed that idea quickly, suggesting there was a place we could get. My dick jumped at the sight of her flower, a tight, delicate orifice, throbbing and wet from anticipation. My heart began to race, and a sweat formed on my brow at the thought of being inside her, entering her with my firm mast. Her sweet aroma pulled me in closer to her vagina. She lowered her head back as I planted a soft kiss on the lips of her rosebud. She let out a quiet moan of pleasure. I gave her another kiss, long and slow, moist and tender. She pushed her pelvis forward and I pressed. .how should she pay? how could she atone? Hewoke her in the middle of the night, for days she had been waiting for itto come, her punishment, her penance. groggily, she climbed down from thebed and waited, on her knees, her head bowed as He snapped the chain to hercollar. He led her into the bathroom, the cold tile scr****g on her bareknees. "Closer" He ordered, pulling her head down towards the base of thetoilet..."Why am I doing this?" He asked..."Because i have forgotten myplace. They never ring up to check after seven. They have to go home to the missus. The morning checks they mostly miss. Can't be fished to get up early. See what time your bloke rings for a week and then ring me again. I'll pick you up and then get you back again before your mother wakes up." You're a star, Reg." I am. See you, mate."Chris Baker now had Reg's telephone number and a week in hand. He discovered that Reg ran a pub that fronted for a brothel. He rang his contact in the Surrey Police. He.