My Dirty imagination Chapter 1
I arrived on the doorstep of a huge house, feeling a little intimidated and small in comparison. As I knocked on the brass door a few seconds later a woman appeared at the door, mid 40s, tall, brown ei black hair in a pencil skirt and a shirt. With heels on as well she looked rather intimidating but smiled and said “oh you’re his present” I half smiled and nodded not knowing what to say. She invited me in, fixed me a drink of cider saying “its what all the young boys love isn’t it” and led me...