" Roger haschanged the business from mail order party supplies to erotic novelties."Well, isn't that nice!" I did a little pleased to meet you curts... andsmile. Stan and Stu are scoping me out in this suit. It's going to be along night. I started back to the kitchen. Christ, who pinched myass!!!Dinner was a nightmare. But now it's worse. Stan is buried deep in myass. Stu is planted in my brand new cunt. Roger is taking close-ups forthe family album. Stan and Stu are working to batter. I simply had a pair of lounging pants and a t-shirt on. In she came, and she made a direct lunge for the bed. I assumed we'd sit in separate chairs, but she had other ideas. I opened the wine bottle, poured two glasses, and joined her on the bed.She first sat in a semi-reclining position, and I sat with legs crossed while facing her. I had inadvertently not buttoned the fly of the loungers, but didn't notice. She noticed, and teased me about my "condition." I looked down, and the window was,. You will have one hour. I have a few things to take care of, but I’ll check on you from time to time. Get rubbing. Make sure they’re good edges. Please me.” He smacked her ass, then squeezed it.“Yes, Sir.” She reached back, between her legs, and found her clit. Seven seemed like far too many, and the bastard wouldn’t even be watching. ###The sixth and seventh were difficult. Fuck. Her poor clit was a red, swollen, unhappy mess. Oh, and tender beyond belief. Her knees were sore, her. Abbey warmed to her immediately. Soon they were chatting like sisters. A morning in which she originally planned to continue setting up her studio evaporated away whilst the two women talked. Caity started when she looked at her phone.“Holy cow, look at the time! I’ll have to go pick up Tommy in a minute!”She clasped Abbey’s hand for a moment, thanked her, and left. Abbey smiled as she watched her walk down the drive, the late summer sun dappling her skin. Fears she had held of being trapped.