”“I’m comfortable,” he replied, suddenly appreciative of her concern. “There’s nothing to worry about.”“You sure?”“Absolutely.”S...he was staring at him intensely, turning the beer bottle around in her hands.“I’m not too old for you to hang out with?”“That should be the furthest thing from your mind.”“Want to have sex then?”He tried to hide the surprise from his face.“Yeah.”She set down the beer and held out a hand. He took it and she led him across the floor to a door leading into her bedroom. It. The sight of my juices on her face and the sorrow that tinged her voice made it impossible for me to be angry with her. I nodded again and turned to Marsha. She smiled and handed me a short skirt and a blouse. I pulled them on, being careful not to disturb the new piercing which burned a bit. Being dressed, Marsha clipped the leash back on and led me back to her car. I started to get in the passenger door but she stopped me and had me get in the back. I climbed in and settled down to regain my. She couldn’t see the face, it was in one of those half frosted bags. She brought it anyway, with the paper. Mr Kumar smiled, knowingly at her. At home she tore the bag open, to reveal, as she had feared, photos of herself, the ones Brian had taken before he had fucked her. Front page, and a large centre spread. The centre page was her, legs wide, cunt even wider, or so it seemed. “Oh fucking hell,” she thought……….….. There were six of them in the stretched limo. Six including Izzy, who looked. My father has told me your opinion of Mark and let me reassure you that, because I know him a lot better, it is considerably higher than mine. Dad has always been reluctant to discipline his only son and Mark has always taken full advantage. Dad now recognises his own part in Mark's flawed character but still hopes that it will change as he grows older. That is one reason why he gave Mark more responsibility, hoping that it would help him acquire some maturity. You and me know the real.