* Jerry sat in his car, the mobile phone clamped to his ear, setting up the meeting with Darwin at the flat for late that afternoon. ‘I’ll meet yo... at the end of the road and show you where the place is…….’ ‘It will be just you and this Patrick geezer there?’ ‘Yeah…..’ ‘I don’t want any surprises.’ ‘No surprises Darwin…..and none on your side either…..’ ‘Would I do that to you Jerry…..I’ll bring along a couple of my men…..and the money……you have the goods and we’ll do our stuff and both be. "I have it Master," I said. The box was about six inches wide, four inches tall, and eighteen inches long. It was wrapped very nicely with red wrapping paper and a gold ribbon and bow. "Put the box on your desk in front of you," He directed. "Yes Master," I said, and did as He asked. "Good girl," He said, and I could feel my pussy tingle and dampen. I loved it when I was His "good girl", it always made me wet knowing He was pleased with me. "Now, I want you to slide your hands up and down. It turns out I need to get fucked at least three times a day, every day. If I get less, I feel nervous, I can’t sit still, and I can be bitchy. Uncle Harv felt that was just about the perfect number for him too. The thing that made him smile, and tell me he loved me beyond reason, was that if he was a little hornier than usual, I had no problem giving him four, or five, or even eight ejaculations into my hot, dripping wet cunt. Uncle Harv didn’t mind giving me extra orgasms either, so we didn’t. I've seen 'G' strings that covered more. It was a narrow strip of cloth that was held in place by a string. It didn't even cover my bush, in fact it just did cover the lips of my pussy. My pubic hair is not straight and flat like some of the girls in your magazine, it is curly and puffs out and was sticking out all around that narrow little ribbon.The casting director liked what he saw and I made the final cut and was sent to see one of the 'dressers' in wardrobe to have something done about my.