Finally, I had a chance to be alone with her. We hit it off completely, chatted about where we came from, what we liked, etc. Margaret’s cheeks were...a little flushed; maybe from the wine she was drinking, but I hoped there was more to it than that. She definitely started to flirt with me in her own quiet way. I was praying Jeff would fall asleep on the toilet or at least take a long, long time. As Jeff returned, a couple of my drinking buddies stopped by and asked if they could perch at our. She hadn't expected that at all! She started getting the feeling that she was gaining a new self- awareness as the result of the therapy, and she realized she wanted to go through the intensive therapy more than anything.She went to her bedroom, and got undressed, until all she had on were her panties. She very carefully pulled them down, and let them fall to the floor, gently stepping out of them. She went into the bathroom and turned the cold water on. She took a small towel, and soaked it,. "Quince told me to take you out and get rid of you. Your cop buddies would just think you're another dead whore, if they ever found you out here." His tone of voice was very matter of fact and Jeff had no doubts he was being serious. "You make a good piece of ass, Jeff. The way you enjoyed me pumping your cunt, I could sell you to any of a dozen whore houses around here, but Quince might find out and he wouldn't be happy with me." Bill started the car and pulled out of the disused factory. "Of. Ok,lol,so he's keen on them 'big fuckin' uncut knobs',hahaha.Funny,but I imagined his 1st comment would be about the size of the 'slag's' tits! No matter though coz a glance at his trackies & the tent in the crotch...whatever got him going." Yeah mate,she's loving those rock hard big hairy uncut pissers...too fuckin' right".I pushed me crotch forward so he could see me own knob was on the rise...if he wanted to.And,there ya go,lol." Looks like yer knob's showing 'is approval an' all,yeah?"Oh.