"I've seen her somewhere," he said."She lives in town here," I said."That's probably it," he said.After the plumber left, I decided that I'd call her ...phone number, just tomeet her in person and chat.It was at that moment I realized the piece of paper with the phone numberwas in the trash can that had taken all the water.I rushed out to the outside bin and retrieved the soggy mass of tissuesand papers from the trash. Frantically, I searched for the paper. When Ifound it, my heart sank. The ink. She smiled at me, “Don’t worry, you’ll learn to enjoy my girly-cock, slut.” Her hands moved to my shoulders, and she easily pushed me down to my knees. She pulled up the front of her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, freeing her 8 inch smooth cock. “Kiss it, boy,” she said, waving her cock in front of my face. I tried to turn away as she pressed it to my lips.She reached down and pinched my nose, forcing me to open my mouth for air. The instant my lips parted, her cock was being thrust. He pulled my dress down and helped me make myself look presentable again. But he did not lead me back up the way that we had come down. He took me down on to the street. He took off his suit coat and put it over me. ‘Come on my beautiful Queen. I want to get you into a safe place and make love to you. No more games for tonight.’ We walked on the streets to where we had parked the car, tired but happy. We barely said anything to each other. It had been such a wild bad evening, but we were both. And by not using escorts or outsiders, Sir Richard could guarantee his clients total confidentiality and the certainty that the sexual events that occurred would never reach the eyes or ears they were not supposed to reach! Their research had showed that both Sarah and Rebecca were very sexually active, and they knew that both girls were discreet.Rebecca clearly bridled at his comments about her suitability for providing sexual pleasures – did he mean they were being hired as prostitutes? Not.