"It's ok, Angela," replied. Unconsciously, he let his eyes roam over her body. At 25, she was as angelic as her name implied. Her fiery red hair hung ...ver her shoulders, styled neatly, and she was wearing a simple, button down dress. Despite her lack of jewelry or other adornments, she was very beautiful. Steve felt his penis grow harder, obviously from the same weakness as before. He hoped Angela hadn't noticed, and crossed to a chair to sit down. "What did you need to see me about?" It's. After a minute or so she had dried herself off and taken my hand and stood back up. She said "I've just come twice without you touching me. I'm so fucking horny that I could come again right now you filthy bastard!" "How could you do that? I fucking want to believe that you are as nasty filthy and horny as I hope. I'm free for the next 8 days until my next shoot. I'll be your sub slut whore bitch if you want, I'm yours master." I said "In 8 days you will be a much better slut, more sexually. He made love to me once more before I finally fell asleep on him, exhausted.*I was woken very early the next morning by movement alongside me in my bed. I opened my eyes to see the sun trying to find its way through the curtains. Mark was sitting on the edge of the mattress, his face turned towards me, a look of love on his handsome face.“I’d better go,” he whispered. “Mum’ll be back soon. Are you okay?”Was I okay? How could I possibly know; I had never been in that position before? And what. Morgan left for work and I got dressed with trembling hands and at 7pm I was waiting at the place I was told to be at, which was behind some shops on the edge of town in a dimly lit car park .It was then after sitting there for 10 minutes that there was a tap at my window and a oldish paki man was standing there, I let the window down and he said" you must be Jenny Morgan's Mum" yes I am " then you need to follow me " where are we going" you will soon find out, and he led me to some back stairs.