It was hard to put an age on him, but I guessed he was late thirties- to early forties. "Hello," he said in a silky voice, "You must be Charlotte." Ur..., yes, you must be Mr Knight," I stuttered, feeling slightly overpowered by this man's charming prescence. "Please, call me Christian" he smiled, shaking my hand. He ordered a black coffee when the waitress came over, and then turned his full attention back to me. He looked at me with calculating eyes."You're pictures do you no justice" he said,. I was surprised at how open she was with him and the times that I wasn’t in the bathroom almost seemed that I really wasn’t there at all.As the night was drawing down, Ben gave me the signal and I announced that I was turning in for the night because I didn’t feel well and would be unable to accompany her on the ride home with Ben. She politely agreed and hugged me good night before slowly gathering her things. I went upstairs and opened and shut my bedroom door but knelt at the top of the. “I’m thinking I’m full up with you and we’re not married. I’m thinking it is so naughty. Good girls don’t like to fuck, but I do.” “You are a good girl,” he argued. “It’s not a bad thing to like these feelings.” “They are good,” she murmured, “But it shouldn’t feel this way with you. It should feel like you’re violating me. But, it doesn’t. It feels like, I don’t know. Just full and wonderful and I’m all confused.” “It’s all right, Elizabeth,” he whispered. “Do you believe that?” “I was so. Pulling in and parking up could see a good crowd in the mood for sexy fun, windows down to signal availability sat patiently heart pounding, breath heavy thinking of the prospects when I jumped as two faces appeared at my window looking me over with interest, inviting their friends over I now had five men surrounding the car all staring in silence. Entertaining more attention slipped off the plastic coat and reclined the seat opening up their viewing of my lingerie clad body,i felt so dirty.