I remembered where I had seen him before. And what scared me more was not where, but that I wasn’t fearful of him, no more was I nervous. Remembranc... had brought me peace, an ease that I had those times when I saw him. I smiled and made quick work of the stairs. I looked towards the fan in the plain blue t-shirt. He had finished the hot dog and was now writing something in his notebook. I stood and waited for him to finish. The sun came out from its hiding spot, causing the man to flip down his. Why didn't I travel, I did when I was younger, I even spent a year in Spain, why am I in the rain alone still in London?I kicked a stupid rock that bounced down the path, enveloped itself in the fog and then made a clang as it hit the river railing. Shit, alone in the fog, middle of the night next to the river, ah crap.The self deprecating thoughts were getting rapidly chased out by the more sinister memories of getting mugged not far from here. Slammed against the stone cobbles from behind,. As soon as she was out of sight I thrust my hand down my trousers and stroked my cock. I came within seconds as I remembered the sight of her pussy and arse.I kept her secret, told no one about our little exchange, but I tossed myself off three or four times a day over the next couple of weeks, and every time I pictured Lillian’s downy little slit! I started to consider the idea of approaching some other girls with the same proposition, even got as far as making a list of favourite, and. ?You?re late and I don?t expect to have to ask. You shouldanticipate my demands. Put the tray on the coffee table.? Lisa did as she wastold, poured out a cup and handed it to Judy. ?Don?t just stand there you gormless girl.My feet are sore. Massage them.? Lisa knelt down in front of Judy, took offher shoes and started to massage her feet. Somehow this felt right. Lisa wantedto be here, kneeling before her mistress giving her pleasure. She was slippinginto a more and more subservient role and.