She showed me a box of “birth control pills”“Have you seen Chris today?” I asked.“No, I was at the doctor's for over four hours.”“Is he ...oming over tonight?” I asked.“No, he has a job to go to this evening.” Christy replied, “But, he did ask me if I would go for a meal with him on Saturday night.”“Wow, cool; are you going?”“Can I? Would you mind?”“Of course not, I want you to go: maybe that will be the night that you have sex with him!”“Oh Lord, I hope so!”I could see the smile and excitement. .. and, ummm, a vibrator and ummm...” she fell silent.“And?” asked Mike, trying to summon up a stern voice.“And Tim. And one or two other boys, but it’s mostly Tim.”“And who is Tim ... a boy at school?” Mike asked“No, he’s Julie’s cousin, he’s 21,” she said.“So, how long has “Tim” been giving cock sucking lessons?”“Well uhhh...” Susan said, wishing this line of questioning would go away before she got into any more trouble.“How long?” Mike asked again, making his voice stern, yet his still. Tonight she was being vague, "I don't know what I'm going to do tonight", she kept saying with further disgust each time.Tonight she dressed in opaque, shimmering tights under a leather mini skirt. It was paired with a leather waist jacket which had no chance of closing over her tits. Tonight they were unleashed, but covered by a red, shiny spandex top. She put on these vinyl boots that pulled up past her knees like leather tights. Very nice.We were at a slum bar. It was a total dive, my. Like a cheap lingerie model I pose, my splayed thighs opened like a book for all to gorp at the images barely noting the accompanying words like wanton, sex, whore. It does not end there. ‘Click’, ‘click’. I do the whole repertoire, front, back, and side, each an insight to the inner working between my legs.Then she leaves without a word.A few candid shots will arrive by email tomorrow.Now, I have no sense of time. No idea of how long I will wait until the door opens again. Indeed, there is no.