She looked around the room. It was a single room with bed splitting it in half. The large picture window looked over the vents to the casino’s and k...tchens and the low jagged mountains beyond it. The television was switched onto a sports station. She took a swig of her water and turned to him pushing the off button of the TV. The agency said she wanted a dominant so dominant was what he was going to get. He looked like a lost puppy. She knew he was out of his element. An easy job. An hour later. Poor Greta didn’t stand a chance with her already sexually charged body being assaulted like this, and I could see her building to a huge crescendo. She began to hum out loud, and her back arched slightly, then more pronounced until her head and hips supported her entire upper body. I knew her ****** was imminent, and briefly considered stroking myself to climax with her, when Dr. Clark interrupted again. “Okay, Greta, I’m almost done. I’m going to remove the instrument now.” He began to slowly. He casually looked at his clock. "Pretty soon! The cousinshaven't arrived yet but Rachel should be up soon to get us ready!" That didn't register with me immediately and he also said thatmaybe he'll be able to move his train set to the basement after all. "Really, " I said a little absently. "Why?" "Well, after tonight there won't be any secrets about the basementso mom was thinking I could set it up down there if my next report cardwas all A's!" Just then Rachel opened the door. . It was my sixth month into my new life and I was already fed up with the commute into town. I was living in Maidenhead at the time sharing a flat with two mates from college, none of us could afford a place of our own. The trains were packed tighter than a tin of sardines, they were hot and to be honest a little smelly. The sent of heavy perfumes and aftershaves mixed with sweat is not pleasant. I'd been a bit geeky at college so never had much luck with the ladies. This was all to change after.