Hey – no one loses, do they? I know some of the girls aren't exactly willing, but if they don't bring in the money, they get hurt, right? I get reli...f, they get some money ... how is there a problem? That's what I told myself, anyway.So, there I was, on my way north on the M1 one morning in February; pulled off to use the facilities and get some coffee. Suitably refreshed, I set off again. Exiting some service areas can be a bit of a mission, as they say. I was on the exit road when I saw a. I laughed and replied “they’re just rumours babe, I'm not like that” and continued on my path towards my car. Again I felt a grab at my arm, this time however as I turned around Mia planted her mouth on mine and began to aggressively kiss me. I was surprised, for such a composed girl she kissed like a slut. We kissed for about 5 minutes and then paused for a moment. She stared into my eyes in the night and whimpered “I'm so glad those rumours aren't true, you’re so perfect”. I was a little. Before I begin describing it, I will say that it was interrupted with variations on the same few questions over and over again. To save you from being driven as far up the wall as I was, I'll omit 99% of those interruptions. I will also omit the interrupting phone calls, especially for Carol and Donna. Fortunately they found the discussion exciting enough to let them get in touch with their masculine side, enabling them to unnaturally say, "I'm busy. I'll call you back later. Bye."We gathered. After a short while, I was able to relax, managing to spurt a long, thick stream of piss against the birch tree that brought Nicole round to better view my performance and on witnessing the powerful stream I was splattering the poor birch with, she shrieked with delight."Mr. Fogg," she tittered as I shook my member free of the last drops, "I have a linen hanky in my pocket, would you like me to wipe off any... residue?" You certainly may," I said as a euphoric feeling swept over me.But Nicole.