"Ja, das habe ich."Sie schaute mich mit glühenden Augen an. "Hast du was da?"Aufgeregt springe ich aus dem Schlafzimmer, hole eine Flasche Gin, und k...hre zu ihr zurück. Sie masturbiert heftig auf dem Bett. Ich setze mich zu ihr. Sie hat die eine Hand an ihrer Brust, mit der anderen fingert sie sich. Ich beuge mich zu ihr, küsse sie. Sie küsst zurück, dann öffne ich die Flasche, während sie es sich weiterbesorgt und halte den Flaschenrand an ihren Mund. Sie kippt ihren Kopf an und ich gieße. ’ ‘Yeah right, Mum,’ I thought. The words coming out my mouth were more respectful, ‘OK, Mum. Thanks.’ We scooted up the stairs and into our rooms. I had dropped all my clothes in ten seconds flat and ran towards the bathroom, only too collide with my just-as-naked s!ster. ‘Oh hullo,’ she said and grabbed my hand pulling me towards the bathroom. ‘Better get a move on.’ She stepped into the bath tub and indicated for me to follow while she turned on the shower. We hadn’t showered together since. I messaged him and like most, I expected to be ignored. However, I got a response and was pleasantly surprised. He shared his number and asked me to call him. He was very particular that he doesn’t like responding to messages and I SHOULD only call. I called and after a bit of to and fro, we set a meeting for a Saturday evening. Right from the outset, he was dominant and made it very clear. When we discussed the activities to be undertaken as a part of the session – he had told I will be. Putting it plainly, I gave up all hope of ever seeing her again.Then one day two weeks later, quite by chance, we found each other again.It was a glorious afternoon towards the end of May when I took my guitar and wandered up to Montmartre. I'd put the finishing touches on the album and was now just waiting it to be mixed. I'd just returned to Paris from a brief trip to Sheffield to get my car and some personal stuff because I had been booked to play a tour around France with a couple of other.