I was extending my patio behind my pool, and the people were going to have a survey of the property, before we set down the details. I finally made it...home, and as it was a hot day, I jumped in the shower to clean off, put on a bikini, and went out to the pool for a swim before the contracting company people arrived. The water was nice, and the breeze was a bit cold. Gliding through the cool water always made me feel so erotic. It wasn't long before my back gate opened, and in came 4 men. All. “You will answer me, slut! You like your filthy nipples being pulled?” Charley hesitated a moment and three more forceful slaps landed on her wet cunt. “Ah! Yes, yes. I like my nipples being pulled.” She stammered out. As if enjoying his little victory over her he tugged hard at her inflamed nipples, pulling them far out from her breasts. He held them there as Charley struggled against his grasp, trying to push her breasts against his hands to relieve the pain of her stretched nipples. Out. "Can I bite it?" she asked, resting both hands upon her thighs like a school girl. I knew I couldn't resist those eyes. "Only the tip." I said. She did, ever so gently, but still I felt the pain and the rush of fervor and the blood trickling into her open mouth. She then lay on her back at my command and I entered her fiercely, her legs wrapped around my waist. She enjoyed when I pounded her without mercy, she knew my strength, what I was capable of doing with it and she made use of that with. I inherited a house. It was a rundown firetrap slum house in a Northeastern Colorado small town. The value was $7,000, according to the inventory in the will. It was symbolic, I figured, because it was my folks telling me what they thought of our relationship with me, of me, run down and worthless.However, the old house did have a renter, Caroline Canter and her 4 year old daughter Gracie. She was a late twenties widow, whose husband had been killed in Iraq about the same week as their daughter.