“Did you get my messages Chelsea?”“What the fuck do you want.” She hissed, trying not to speak too loudly.“Just wanted your opinion. Do you ...hink those pictures would be better on Facebook or Instagram. Or how about Twitter?”“Delete those pictures now.” She demanded.“No.” Darren said. A small word, but with heavy implications.“What the fuck do you mean ‘no’?” She asked.“What I mean is, if you don’t want these pictures, and all the other ones I’ve got, you’re gonna do some things for me.”“I’m. About forty-five minutes after he left Ron knocked at the door again. Lisa drained the glass of wine, took a deep breath and opened the door and let in her 'client'. He was wearing a track suit and flip-flops, for speedy undressing she assumed. She couldn't help but notice that the trousers were tented out at the front, evidence of a semi-erection at the very least. She was a bit surprised, as she had imagined that, being so old, she would need to work on him a bit to get him hard, but clearly. More

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