It appeared that the Maloney sex scent was working on young Liam. He stood looking me up and down for a second or two before he hurried off to his roo...m saying "I'll be back in a minute, I've just got to..." then he was gone. I took the opportunity whilst alone, to scrape the soggy tissue from my pussy and knickers and dump it in the waste bin. Then I grabbed a couple of sheets of kitchen towel and dried the worst from my dripping fanny.I abandoned my tea and walked along the corridor, I could. Kirsty and Merrick left the taxi at the entrance to the park through which he’d jogged on the morning of his arrival at his aunt and uncle’s home. They walked down the long path beside the waterway and turned left at the far end, pausing to look back before doing so. The only living thing they say behind them was a cat licking its butt. They were greeted at the house by the short, plump and red-faced James Cleland, distinguished by white-cropped hair who expressed disappointment he’d not been. 'I will track you on my laptop, in street view', he concluded, 'so don't loiter in side streets, or I might get the wrong idea'.He was calling me a fucking whore to my face. I simply replied what he wanted to hear me say, 'Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir'.He stood up, 'Time to go', he said and I reached for my small holdall bag, 'What's in it', he asked, and I just handed it to him and watched as he unzipped it to reveal underwear and a little toiletries, along with a few hand me downs. I stiffened."Oh it's something alright. It takes a bit of getting used to." I smiled nervously."Here, let me get you a refill." Dean took the empty glass out of my hand and I blinked. I hadn't realized I'd drank it.Nodding I waited, sighing in relief that he'd walked away and allowed me to breath again. However the rest was short lived."There. Be easy on that stuff." Dean advised. I nodded, knowing he was right.His hand resumed exploration of the stitches on my hem."Look to your left, over by.