" Quit it Rebecca", said Sam, "you've no idea how embarrassing this is." "Really? I guess you wouldn't have needed much blusher then," was hersmirked... response.Nothing more was said for the next 30 minutes as Rebecca continued todrive. Finally she stopped. "We're here."Sam sat up and immediately noticed that they were nowhere near Rebecca'shouse. In fact they were in the main car park of the main shoppingcenter, some fifteen miles from his house. "Rebecca, what are you doing,you haven't got. He must be gorgeous then, if even she is jealous. I suddenly feel quite proud that you are here to have sex with me, and not anyone else. The elevator doors open and a mother and two children step out. That could be me in a few years, my own children clinging to my shirt sleeves. But no, not now, and I don’t feel guilty. This is a one-off, will never happen again. I am yours tonight. The elevator smells like lemon Pledge. Clean, sterile, safe. I press the number 4, and watch the doors close in. Stormy was quite tall for his age but if he removed his sweater I bet one could easily see the ribs on his skinny body. His fiery red hair was pointing in every direction and his bright green eyes made a sharp contrast against his pale skin. Even though he tried to act so serious he looked so young that I don't even think that he had started to shave yet.He finished the bacon and eggs quickly and headed towards the sink with the plate."Don't bother with that. I'll have to do the dishes after my. A touch of pity entered the Baron’s heart. Her total vulnerability, nudity and availability reminded him of an Arab slaver he had known in Aleppo. His way with girls could be very hard and very soft. Most girls, the slaver told him, did as they were told. They would undress, bend over, open their legs, suck a man’s cock, fondle his balls or lick his arse. You had only to point. Their parents had taught them to obey men and they knew the slaver to be a hard man. The Arabs, he said, liked.