It was a good 45 minutes away; I was young and full of energy so it was a great warm-up. ‘Closed for maintenance’, my day ruined and with no other...plans I slowly rode to the local shops. I noticed a bookstore and decided to head in and see if there were any decent magazines to browse to kill some time. As I looked round the shop I noticed a sign right at the back, R18. I wanted to go in there even though it felt wrong to do so, it’s not like I could buy anything. I looked round the shop and. .. well, I couldn't possibly make it today, Chad is away and I don't have a sitter." But I go back tomorrow! Can't I see you one more time before I go? It was so great seeing you last month."Jackie continued to maintain that it was impossible. We talked about other things for a while. I was beginning to give up any hope for this trip.There was a pause."Well,... I guess you could come here..." she said, very softly. "Providing you are careful. " She seemed to be using as short sentences as. As she talked, I let my hands rub over her front to find she was flat, chested and hairless. Feeling her very plump mound, I was sure that none of the younger boys got much more than the head of their two-inch dicks in before they went soft. Without asking me, she got me hard so that she could make completely sure that I was too big to get inside her. Last night, she had been so cold that she did not care who was doing stuff to her. Tonight she wanted someone to hold her that would keep her. Once naked, they joined the blond at the far wall. A side glance confirmed Amy’s worst fears. Marja was in Paris.“To hell with it,” Amy thought. “I don’t care if he publishes all the pictures. I am not taking this shit anymore. This is Paris, France in the 21st century. He can’t stop me if I want to leave. Fuck him!”Amy determinedly jumped up and began to dress, while Alexander looked on with amusement. “And, where do you think you are going?” he asked quietly.“I’m done with all this,” Amy.