I was on my way home from College at around 6 o'clock as it was a late finish on that particular day. Winter was setting in so it was starting to get ...dark a bit earlier and already, the streetlights were starting to turn on.I was making my way to the bus interchange when two chav lads turned the corner about 10 metres in front of me. They were talking quite loud and were obviously quite rowdy. I was expecting to get some grief off them, but It didn't bother me too much, I'm capable of looking. Wasn’t so bad, was it?“Oh, and for you,” he said as he focused on me. “There is a BDSM meet-up in this city every week. You might want to look it up sometime. It might help you realize how to best interact with people before you get into a confrontation with someone who thinks you should go to jail for what the two of you are doing. Here’s a card with the details. I’ll be on my way now.”He nodded at me, smiled at Bitch, and left.In the afternoon of the same day, while I was reading, Bitch knelt. "Um, I'd like to ... er, that is, I was here the other day, and, um...." Brandon winced, not quite sure how to ask."You wanted to speak to me, right, Brandon?" a voice sang sweetly frombeside him.Brandon turned, startled, to see Anya standing there, smilingpleasantly. "Um, er," he started to stammer. She hadn't been there amoment ago, and when she'd appeared, she knew exactly what he wanted.Brandon's confidence waned quickly. "The other day ...."Anya smiled and took his elbow. "Let's go. Her tasty pussy was moist and she had the softest most succulent lips to ever grip my cock. Kissing and sucking her titties made her wet inside, and she slowly pushed my head down. Anticipating her wants I got off the sofa and knelt before her. Reaching back I helped her as she raised her butt to remove her scrubs pants. Her underwear was attractive yet professional, so as not to reveal too much through the shear material of her pants. Laying slouched on her back, her head rested on the arm and.