I had to confess to Bob that it was because I was so good at tightening the customer’s nuts that he kept coming back. “It was nothing too naughty...” I said. “I just wanked him off a couple of times… but he wanted a blowjob.” “That twat came back here three times.” Bob held his hand up as though he was going to punch me in the face. If I’d been a bloke, he probably would have done. But I’m not a bloke, which was the root cause of his problems. “Wank. Wank. Blowjob.” Bob counted out the sex acts. Brightness… Loudness… Darkness… Silence… Late Sunday afternoon found him finally conscious and covered with broken wood and smashed glass. ‘Oh, damn, my head… my… oh, shit! ‘Bethany, where are you?’ It was hard to hear, he felt like he was underwater and he choked on the dust that still moved in the breeze flowing through the shattered walls. It was hard to see through the water spraying what was left of the building’s second floor bathroom. ‘Bethany!’ he screamed and tried to push the wooden. After a few minutes of this, Butch unties me and forces me face down on the floor.“It’s time for those panties to come off, sissy boy,” he tells me.He grabs the waist and pulls them down and off.“My, my, what a sexy ass you have,” he tells me, “you look very fuckable.”“Oh, he is,” my wife chips in, “you need to show him what a real man’s cock feels like.”She leans down and speaks in my ear.“You’re about to get fucked by studs,” she whispers, “They’re going to fuck your pussy like you were a. ” To Jill this had the most delightful sound to it.“Mom” Jill said to her mom, hurriedly. “May be today ... He will ... you know ... pop the question?” Her eyes were so big and full of hope.Becca, walking into the kitchen as Jill said this. “Mrs. Simpson, if he doesn’t, you need to tell him you want him. And if you need any help ... well Jill and I are here for you.”Karen was so moved at how eager they wanted this to work out. She just hugged them both and said...”Girls, you both know how much.