I took it out of my purse and saw I had a message from a new number.Hey pretty girl, this is Rufus from the store. When can we meet?I read it to Uncle...Bob as he pulled away. He smiled and told me not to reply until later as I had to learn not to be too keen. Like a girl.Uncle Bob was clearly very happy with me. He told me that I’d be shopping there regularly and wanted me to dress inappropriately every time. He rubbed his crotch and I could see a large bulge. I wanted him so badly, like I’d. His wife was being very mean at the time, fighting with him all the time. Worst of all, even though she acted like she hated him, she was also always acting jealous and accusing him of cheating with his models. This really pissed my wife off, as she had worked for him and knew that he always acted like a total professional . We tried to have fun, and had a few beers, but given the situation the dinner was kind of a bummer.We decided to meet back at his studio- we didn’t want him to be. She looks out the peephole & sees it’s just a woman, so she cracks open the door and calls through the screen. “Can I help you?”The woman is close to crying. “Please help me. My name is Chelsea. My car died & my cell phone isn’t working. Can I use your phone to get help and dry off?”“Um, let me think. I’m Katya. I just inherited this house. I’m fixing it up to sell.” She shakes her head looking at Chelsea covered with mud. “I just put in new carpet in here. You can’t come in like. I made no attempt to cover my nudity. My knees were trembling and my nipples felt like a pair of twin Pinocchio’s noses, as they were at their fullest, beckoning him to tweak them and render me completely helpless, in his hands. As he advanced I started to wald towards the bedroom, but he halted me and turned me back towards the washbasin. Standing behind me I felt the double movement of being f***ed forward, with one hand on my slim shoulders, and the other hand pulling my hips outwards. I was.