A small, worried groan from in front of the van caught her attention, and she noticed that not only was Tom having a whopper of a dream, but so was ev...ryone else on the van. She saw her teammates rolling their heads from side to say and muttering incoherent babble under their breath. Someone was even crying, and that made her motion for Tom to stop suckling on her neck. She pulled her hand away from his dick and listened. ‘What’s wrong with them?’ she whispered. *** Tom fell over backwards on. ? I managed a bit louder this time.?Yes, what?? She demanded.?Yes, Mistress.? I essayed.?Don’t give me that Mistress crap. I’m not your Mistress, I’m your worst nightmare. Call me Rhonda if you really have to. Now, I’ll ask again, is this your mess on my floor????Yes, Rhonda. That’s my mess on your floor.? I tried.?Well, you had best clear it up then.? She went and fetched a rag, inevitably it was my dress, and threw it on the floor in front of me. I didn’t know what to do at first but Rhonda. As she opened the second bottle she simply said. I want you to take me to bed! Fuck me Kathryn,I am twenty years older than you. She touched me and we moved towards the stairs. As soon as we entered the room we lay on the bed and got down to some sensual deep french kissing. She was rubbing the outside of my crotch and said she hadn't been fucked for months. I eased her to the edge of the bed and started stroking her thighs under her dress and running my hand over her panties. I loved her in. She was sharing a stall there. I’d worshipped Her since 1999 and by 2006 I’d sent Her 1000s of worship sheets, poems, stories, mag covers. We had also exchanged many emails and by that time She knew every detail of my worship. I never dreamed I’d actually see Her for real, be allowed into Her presence. As a life-long girl-worshipping wanker it was always my dream to worship personally, but the thought I could actually meet up with a beautiful glamorous model was beyond ridiculous – what girl.