..a servant,definitely...a hole for us to fuck -- count on it! You've told me way toomuch about you, bitch...what were you thinking telling those sec...ets to astranger? Wait until I tell your family and friends what a good bitch youare...maybe let them have a crack at your holes. Would you like thatbitch? I'll bet you would!"With that Chad immediately picked up his pace and began fucking me reallyhard, with massive strokes intermixed with quick hard jabs. I moaned atbeing fucked so hard,. I catch a bus to Yarmouth, a ferry to Lymington and two trains to Bournemouth. A group of school c***dren board the train. I imagine them singing: We know where you’re going, we know where you’re going!’ I get a grip of myself. I get closer to my dirty destination. My excitement… and anxiety increase. What if I suffer a heart attack? I visualise the headlines in the local paper: Respectable local man dies in brothel – partner never knew. Witty whispers: ‘He went before he came!’ I alight at. I talked to your father last night and he said it was up to me, but he thought you needed to know before you made a big mistake. I finally got the courage to come here and tell you.’ This was what I thought I would be getting into if I had settled for Pietro Cohen or Etienne Roth. Wasn’t there any guy who could keep it in his pants? Just then, my father came out into the hall headed towards the men’s room. His casual demeanor changed when he saw me with Sabrina. He headed our way. ‘I assume. She didn’t come after me. I haven’t seen her since that night. ‘Listen Lilly, I need to talk to you. Is there any way we can get together tonight?’ she asked. There was only silence on my part. How could I manage to bring up the past. ‘Uh sure, where would you like to go?’ If anything, what has gone on between us needs to be fixed. We were inseparable in the past. ‘Lets meet at The Bar and Grill on 21st street at 7. Is that fine with you?’ ‘Yes thats good. See you then.’ As I hung up the.