If anyone would know how to get the dirt on someone, Bernie would; and if he didn't personally then I was willing to bet that he had the contacts.I ca...led him and explained what I wanted."You're fishing in bloody deep waters, Mr Booth," he told me. "I don't know about this Travers geezer (Travers was the civil servant) but Charles Brownlock, MP, is a right nasty bastard. And as for Renfrew, you've only got to read that rag he calls a paper to know what he's about. Bloody thing ain't nothing but. She saw me and immediately looked startled."I'm sorry miss," she apologised, "I've got the wrong room," before sheleft.I was frozen solid. I was speechless. It had happened, my own mum didn'trecognise me. I went to run after her but as I got to the door I couldhear my mum and Mr Tonge talking."Mr Tonge, I don't know if you can tell the difference between a boy in askirt and an actual girl, but that beautiful young lady in there isdefinitely a girl," mum said, quite condescendingly. She. "This is about what I think of you at the moment! Now get on all fours and lift up that nice ass of yours!"With her fire engine red colored and inflamed ass sticking right up in the air, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it ... give it a right royal rogering!I was still a bit lubed from being in her cunt earlier and I slid deep into her ass like it was melted butter and began to roughly fuck it. She loved every minute of it and would have cum again except that I struck her back a few. He hadn’t looked out of the window much though and he had also hardly opened his book. No, what happened, he had walked through the aisle, looking for an empty seat and when he had found one he had got busy with his coat and bag that he had stowed above his head. It was only then that he had noticed the woman, this woman who was now in his classroom.Back in May, on the train, she had sat opposite of him, looking at her phone like everybody else. Thirty years old perhaps, with long blonde hair..