Rebecca (Continued)

With the show finally over and the ecstasy of orgasm after orgasm finally subsiding, Rebecca - suddenly remembering why she was here in the first place - gave herself a quick fix. After making herself decent, she picked up her black chatelaine purse that thankfully no one had stolen from off the ground and headed straight for the exit.

The powerful distant chimes of Big Ben breaking through the sea of loudness that was the train station seemed to be confirmation that London was indeed Calling her, letting her know that it had big things in store for her!

Becca couldn't wait to find out what those things were exactly.