After Frank left for work this morning, she quickly finished her financial stuff, then found a board and a jar of nails in the repair shed on the roof...of the complex. She brought them back down to the kitchen, along with a hammer, and hammered all the nails into the entire length of the board so that the sharp ends were sticking an inch or so out the other side. Then she nailed it on the wall with the sharp pointy parts sticking out.She smiled as she imagined the wonderful things she was going. Although we never dated, I started hoping he would develop a romantic interest in me. Even as I thought about it, I dismissed it because I didn’t have breasts big enough to attract them. “So, do you want to study when we get home?” he asked cheerfully. “Why, you got problems with your English?” Paul nodded, saying that he had to write a two page essay on any topic of his choice, and didn’t have any idea what to write about. I told him that would be fine because I needed help with my. Drying off I reach for my housecoat and in doing so, hear a knock on the front door. Hurriedly I rush to open it, neglecting to fasten my gown. "Hello, my name's Terry I'm here to look at your washing machine" I introduce myself as Jean, making comment about the weather as we walk through to the kitchen. "Like a coffee?" "Love one thanks" Sitting drinking our coffees I notice Terry being a little restless, glancing at me and then looking away. Strange? I thought. I gathered the cups and in. You also feel the fingers pulled out and a cock replacing them – it is smaller than the first one but it is hammered in to you hard and fast and you cannot decide if it is enjoyable or painful. You are face fucked for only a minute before he shoots his cum in to your mouth and again you are forced to swallow although some dribbles down your chin and the owner of the cock moves away to let you watch the other suit man, naked from the waist down, hammering away at your soft pussy – he is intent.