By way of appeasement I have agreed to indulge Ted in one
of his different fantasies. He said that he’d like to feel my cunt when I’m
doing something in the street, “I don’t
know, like taking money from a cashpoint”.
Fair enough. I shall be meeting him later for a drink in
Soho. I’ll be wearing a short skirt and I’ll probably forget to put any
knickers on. I hope that there’ll be someone cute sitting opposite me on the
tube as I make my way to Tottenham Court Road station, that way I’ll get a kick out of
flashing my tattooed pussy. When I’m punching in my pin number and the Irishman
slips his hand up my skirt, my cunt will already be nice and wet for him.
I wonder if Chamberlain did as much in Munich?
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