. Now we’re at a railway station, a big, clean and vibrant space. A sign on the wall reads ‘BIRMINGHAM NEW STREET’. It’s a large modern space,...with arching clear roof domes, but all built over old platforms. We’re waiting here as a long intercity train heads toward the platform.Walking toward us, just a little too close to the edge of the platform for comfort, with a couldn’t-give-a-fuck attitude to safety, it’s our host, the very sexy, surgically enhanced, Charley. Today she’s wearing an. It is as David, not Katie, that Idress. When I return downstairs, Jean just nods, as if she has beenexpecting that. Jill looks sad, but says nothing. Little is said as weget through the rest of the day somehow. At night, all too predictably,my sleep is interrupted by unsettling dreams of June and Jenny.My mother picks me up two days later, arriving in her sporty little car.She is cheerful when she arrives, but there is a hurried, whisperedconversation between her and Jean which sobers her. The bill came to over $350, but I knew BlackMaster's tastes were going to be expensive and as his bitch, it was myresponsibility to cover those expenses, apparently... Shit! I make pretty goodmoney, but this could get out of control in a hurry. What could I say though? MyMaster might just kick my ass if I complain. I knew he wasn't averse to gettinga bit physical with me and I didn't want to push my luck. I would remain silenton the matter.I got back home, still trying to be as discreet as. It was impossible to refrain from more active enjoyment under such stimulants and we resumed our fucking. The action grew more fierce and furious, to the infinite satisfaction of libidinous Mamma, who joined our grand finale, which, ushered in by cries of agonized delight, ended in a death-like languor of exhausting desire.Dear Mamma was in such excess of pleasure as to bite through the pillow below her face. Fortunately for me, it was not my own shoulder, for I am certain her teeth would have.