We gasp in unison."I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispers."You’re first time touching one?”“Unless you count copping a feel of a marble s...tatue," she says. "It's so… so soft and hard at the same time." All the better for making love, My Dear," I reply. Her blush deepens, but her bashful smile says she's loving it.We remain like that, Wendy standing above me, one hand on my shoulder for balance, the other exploring my cock and balls.At first her examination is almost clinical. Eventually. Bus into Wagga Wagga. I take the taxi to the airport and the mid-morning flight to Sydney. I only have the one bag, and it qualifies as ‘carry on’ luggage. A couple of hours later, in Sydney, I get lunch at one of the airport restaurants and I take my time travelling across from the domestic terminal to the international terminal. Buying a book, some chewing gum, and some jelly beans along the way.At the Qantas desk I book in and ask for a window seat. They issue me a boarding pass and tell me. They were taken on a nude beach it seemed, and she was only wearing her bikini bottom and standing in the sea with her feet."Not bad," Agent 4 said when he was looking at the pictures.They then looked at the file, and it seemed that not that much was known about her. Only that she had been an orphan from birth. She had been left behind on the staircase of a church in a little town called Chamberry in France. From there she was brought to an orphanage in Lyon.She had been in and out of foster. As usual, at this time of the day, Mom’s watching her favourite soap.A minute later, I storm into your bedroom. ‘Right, we have maybe half an hour before Dad’s home, so we need to sort this out. Last chance, Fay. What’s your problem?’You look up from the bed, but all I get is your tongue sticking out at me.Without a word, I sit next to you and grab your arms from behind. You struggle, but I’m far stronger, and putting you over my knees is easy. You squirm and kick out, however you’re helpless..