It was, thankfully, a one-off.I walked towards a phone box one Wednesday night in Victoria. Without hesitating I walked inside and picked up the recei...er. I mimed the action of putting a 50p in the slot and dialed a random set of numbers. I didn't like the thought of someone seeing me and automatically assuming I was looking at the hooker adverts. I started a fake conversation with nobody as I browsed the adverts stuck to the windows. There was an awful lot of transsexual adverts and glossy. When they pulled up outside, Janet asked Chris if he wanted to come in for a minute and have a coke. Obviously he was very eager to have some time alone with her.They walked into the kitchen and Janet offered Chris a coke."I'd rather have a beer, I'll be 21 in a couple of months," Chris said."Well, I guess it's okay," Janet said, taking two bottle of beer out of the refrigerator. She handed one to Chris and walked over to the island bar.Chris leaned against the sink and appraised Janet as he. She really would have liked to go outside in nothing but her sandals, with only her long red hair as cover. The garden was secluded on the left hand side, thanks to the trees, but to the right, it was overlooked by the house next door. The dirty old man who lived there would be in, of course, and she had noticed him ogling her from the upstairs window more than once before. He was old enough to be her grandfather. She thought it was disgusting, the way he drooled over her whenever they met on. I say "Thank You Master" because I know that the pleasure he will get is a good one but I need to teach him to relax his arse more and it gives me a lot of pleasure if I can give my Master a lot of pleasure too. I grease up the beads with a lot of KY and also put plenty on my fingers so as to lube up his love tunnel, then when he is laying down he pulls his legs up so that I can see his beautiful arsehole - it is exciting to look at and I slowly put the end of the bead chain against his hole.