The hand very gently ran along the skin of my right thigh and over the material of my shorts up over my buttock. I remembered suddenly that my shorts ...ere still pushed down beneath my crotch. The hand seemed to realise this at the same moment and I felt it follow the waistband around from my backside to the front of my thighs. The excitement of this silent, anonymous m*****ation was so intense that I felt my hard-on returning. Still I remained motionless as if fast asleep. The hand gently. In order to maximize the opportunity, she opened her mouth and allowed him to slip his tongue into her mouth, and then she returned his passionate kisses with such enthusiasm, within a matter of minutes his erection had grown into a huge pulsing bulge in his pants, and the pressure of it against her tummy made her crotch dissolve into a puddle of juicy wetness, and her knees turned to jelly.Her logical mind was telling her to end the contact for that night, yet her freaky mind urged her to. "Make it quick," she said. "I have to be in a meeting soon to sign a $20 million sponsorship deal." That's why you're so dressed up," I said, looking her up and down. "If this is about my stalker, I already paid you for that," she huffed. "We want to talk about something else," I said. I opened a laptop and showed her all the compromising pictures. They showed her naked, posing with her pussy out, giving blowjobs, and even getting fucked. Her jaw dropped and she took off her sunglasses. "Where. So, for this story she was still in the bedsit in London. I think there was 4 rooms in the house and there was two women and two men. The landlord a man called Frank lived nearby.M tells me thatwhen she first met Frank she didnt like him. What she described was almost typical landlord I suppose. He was about 50 she thought, but bearing in mind she was in her early 20's she wouldnt have been suprised if he was older. M said he was always scruffy, scruffy clothes and scruffy appearance, she said.