A client visits a prostitute in a seedy Manchester brothel. And thousands of years in the past, the fate of a group of alien travellers hinges on the outcome of this unusual encounter.
A work of fiction with a healthy dose of facts, Hannah is REAL! I am her mentor, guardian, lover, and her Mistress. Most of what you will read actually happened. While shorter than my other works, The OWLs Club and CJ & Me, it's no less interesting or important. If you are interested in both lesbianism and the dom/sub lifestyle, you may find this journey, and Hannah, to be fascinating.
She thought it was one of the best fucks of her life, even if it was in a men's room stall. Or maybe it was special because it was in a men's room stall. He thought she was crazy, but he never could tell her no.
Angela went to her room to get ready. Newly-pressed grey skirt, clean regulation
white knickers, long white socks, light blue blouse. She stripped off, went to the
washbasin and soaped her crack, making sure it was all spotless. There was nothing
worse than having people stare at a dirty bottom. Especially when they were about to punish it. And with a heavy heart she headed for the school offices, sitting on the bench outside with a nauseous, sinking feeling in her stomach.