2 minutes...“Postcode?”“EH7 5SN”2 minutes... “got u - c u in 20 min. I'll txt u outside.” My heart jumped, dropped but, instead of the sol...id wet thud of its immovable mass hitting reality, it kept falling… and dissipated.I glanced at the photo of Helen on the table: I knew nothing would ever be the same again, I'd want more. I already wanted more.My mind whirred: it was just for sex - I was straight - I loved women - I loved her! It was dangerous, it had only took a couple minutes to arrange -. And then a new thought came to mind: I tried but couldn't think of anything quite so daring that I'd ever done; and this made it all that much more exciting."How's your model?" Dad asked when he came in to see us. "Is he behaving?" Yes," Sis replied. "He's very cooperative. "I'm being tortured," I protested to Dad, but he just smiled and said to endure it for the sake of the family. But this was too daring, having to be seen this way by anyone, especially my father, with a head full of pink. The Nabobs and the rest have been very eager on this. And with more commerce, comes more need for authority. And so, sir, there is need for more people in authority.” “No, I had not heard, corporal. Is this not always the way that the news travels? First to those fellows who need to know the least before it reaches the one who most needs to know.” “I’m sorry, sir. I thought you already knew.” “You’re excused, corporal. But I best investigate it myself. There are many false rumours spread. Myra could hear the girl gargling and choking occasionally. The man steadied himself by wrapping handfuls of her jet black shiny hair around his fists. He pulled her hard towards him with each thrust in like guiding the reigns of a horse. The man positioned behind the girl licked his right hand and rubbed it between her legs up to her asshole. He then gently guided his large mushroom headed cock into her. Myra heard a muffled cry of pain. The cry was stifled though as the poor girl had just as.