Flannel it was. I shimmied out of the tank top, found the flannel hanging on my metal bed frame and slipped it on. Then slipped back into my bathroom,...and took a few selfie shots, before deciding on which made me look the best. Almost ten minutes later and two messages from him, I was ready to send it.“You still alive? You said five minutes…”“it'sits too much trouble to find a good one, you can just wait til tomorrow!” He obviously was feeling guilty.I felt my legs tremble as I sat on the edge. He looked back into my eyes and wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. I took this as an invitation to wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I could feel his erection through his shorts which just made me even more excited. Smith started walking back to where our towels were while I kissed his neck and ears. Once we were back at our towels, he laid me down on my back and took off his shorts. His cock sprang right up. It was about 7 inches long and I knew I wanted it. So this is the amalgamated story of Cathy and Chris. I give you the prologues from both!CATHY DOUGLASThis story is set 3 years ahead of the events in George Douglas; and it follows on from Veronica Coleman; for theses events please read both volumes — I need the extra readers!The George Douglas story left on an apparent cliff-hanger, How far under control was Chris Henderson? Would he become a programmed toy for the Association to use?What happened to Sharon, Kathy and Charlotte? — would their. From her last text, I could tell that he was taking out his displeasure of my refusal on her. I was sure that Ben could get that many guys to enjoy my ass, so didn’t want to get involved with a mean pimp.The next morning we left early and got home late Friday evening. I had slept late on Saturday morning and a text awoke me and it was from Terry. I was surprised to hear from him since we had broken up before I left. He asked how my trip was and that he would like to see me. I told him I was.