Her anticipation was at last rewarded. Robert gently pried her legs apart so that he could taste her feminine essence. Tentatively, his tongue tip fli...cked over her nub, a light touch over her clit, which may as well have been from a live wire by the result it produced. The reaction was instantaneous and profound to her senses. She came there and then. With no more than just the build up of sexual tension, promise and the expert touch of Robert’s tongue and fingertips. She would. If only I could tell my friends, but I knew I couldn't. Boy would they be jealous! Finally the panties fell to the floor and she turned to face the camera, her hands protecting her private parts. I was longing to see her delights. What would it be like? Would she be hairy, or would she be shaved? What would I actually be able to see? We'd studied sexual reproduction at school, so I knew theoretically what was there, but I knew that you wouldn't actually see much if she just stood there. Mind. There was also a kettle so I could at least make myself a cup of tea. Rogers was my name, never Stuart. "Rogers, I need you to drive me to St. Albans. Rogers, bring the car around to the front entrance. Rogers, Rogers, Rogers. He never sat in the front seat, that would have been far beneath him and he might have felt obliged to talk to me. Sometimes when he was going abroad I would drive him to Heathrow, help him with his baggage and, once the plane had taken off, I would drive back to. He’d done this five times before. It was always the same, she said. He was Mr Charming at the start then things got more and more violent. She told me one girl had been badly abused by him and his pals but she’d ‘paid her off’. She looked hard at me and asked whether I’d been to the hotel with him yet. I told her we’d arranged it for two days time. ‘I thought so’ she said, ‘when you got there you’d have found him and half a dozen of his friends. They’d have given you a very hard time indeed..