It was shortly after midnight and the chilly air hardened Vanessa's nipples. Only a thin tank top covered her luscious tits. She began biting her lip, one hand holding the cigarette while the other cupped a boob, squeezing tightly. Shaking her head, she controlled herself. She wasn't desperate for, but this sexual drought had been active for weeks now.

She finished the cigarette, stubbed it out on the concrete frame of the balcony and flicked it over. Going back inside, her mind travelled to her mother and the reasons why she dashed to London out of all places. Usually Eleanor would have invited her for business trips, but by the...