“And you look a little young for that anyway.”I was seventeen, and though I could probably pretend to be nineteen, any more was pushing it. I deci...ed to ignore the second part of the policeman’s question, and concentrate on the first, it was easier. “I’m not employed by anyone, I’m freelance. I sell to the press, I do photographs for books, and I’ll let you have all the originals, and I’ll even sell them to the insurance companies as well if they want them.” Most of this was wishful thinking on. "I'm g-gonna c-c-cum!" Nick cried out.I felt all his jizz shoot in my mouth. The warm liquid flowed all down my throat so smoothly."Oh fuck yeah," he panted.I stood up gracefully and sat on his lap as his cock was now semi-hard. He held me close to him breathing heavily. "I love you so much Fiona." I could sense his love towards me so deep that moment. Yet a part of me still thought about Eric.I got home later on that night and called up the lead singer of the band that would be playing at our. We have to walk around the back.” We head off and sure enough, there was a separate building behind the house with a sign above the door “Creative Clothing”. We go inside and I was blown away. It was filled with everything needed. There were sex toys and videos, of course, but also a range of sexy underwear and latex and leather wear. “The woman salesperson came up to us. She was decked out in bra top and leather skirt. “I am Sharon. Can I help you my dear” she said.Susan tells her she is after. I was in a deep rut and going nowhere. I hated the way I was being treated. My parents offered me some help and consoling, but it was Matthew who really helped me through my bad times. It was late 1996, just before Christmas, that mum and dad were returning home via Mousehole Ln. and a truck skidded off the road, hitting their car, killing both of them instantly. I was so distraught and my husband could offer me nothing at all. I became further depressed and my marriage was falling.