"Come here, Sammy. We'll talk," she said, arms outstretched.I looked at her with a critical eye to show my disdain. "I talk; you listen?" I asked.She ...odded, solemnly, demonstrating that she knew my rules; for her to listen in silence.On the surface, this was my chance to tell her everything that had been bothering me over the past two weeks. Still, I wasn't sure if I could trust her. Doctor Koskowski's advice to be specific rang in my ears. Would I be able to deliver my speech without being. She waited anxiously, but turned on the TV exactly when Renee said she should. Expecting to see a soap opera or a Euro soccer game or someone opening a storage locker, she was surprised to see Aimee, a news anchor at Renee's station – KCAR? – sitting at a desk, naked as, as ... they were.Heather stared open-mouthed at the blonde news reader for several moments."Think maybe we should turn it up?" Cassie whispered to her friend. Heather shook her blonde mane as if to clear the cobwebs and pointed. Her asshole was closing hard against my dick. I kept pushing. I pushed through her muscular asshole, the head of my cock inside her. I pushed hard. I got another inch inside. She was sweating. Close to passing out. Her legs pushed together the way they were was making the pain worse. I tapped two fingers against the dildo in her big stretched out cunt. She started to scream again. The sound was blurred. Ecstasy or pain? I wasn’t sure.I kept forcing my way in. I gained little by little. Her ass. If I saw him I would always make sure it was me who served him. I wore stockings most of the time anyway and this accentuated me feeling very sexy.It became increasingly obvious he fancied me, and I was becoming flirtier and teasing with him more as time wore on. When speaking to me he would be incredibly rude. Telling me how he would give the ride of my life and leave me fucked useless.One day in the stairs he shoved me against the wall; forcing his tongue into my mouth he gave me a deep, long.