When’s the last time you carried your laundry out to the Laundromat?”Marcie blanched at the cutting remark because it had been a while and her dir...y clothes lay in a big pile in the corner of the room.“Sorry, I suppose I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, eh?”“Damn right! So tell me, do they fit?”Marcie wriggled out of her jeans and then squiggled into the tighter fitting cutoffs. “God, I don’t think I can close the fly on these,” she lamented.“Sure you can, just suck in that tummy and. But youre a bright one, Im sure you could figure that out yourself. Elizabeth swallowed uncomfortably with the heavy iron around her neck. That was a lot of money. But&hellip, to who..? she asked, still confused at how this could have happened. Lets just say, a friend of yours and I go way back, he responded vaguely to her, enjoying his game of cat and mouse. He walked around her, taking a chain from another cabinet and securing it to a hook on the concrete floor. Ill let you figure that out.. "Get on your hands and knees and stick your head in the toilet." Like a good boy, he complies, his lean ass spread wide open in front of me. Putting on nitrile gloves, I smear a liberal gob of lube across his ass, quickly slipping a finger in. Arching his back, he quickly clenches his asshole tightly around my finger. "Go ahead and clench fucker, it's just going to hurt more if you clench, and this is definitely going to hurt you more than it hurts me."I can feel that his ass isn't clean. At that age, I wasn’t entirely sure what my sexual orientation was. I thought I was possibly gay because I had never seen a girl that made me think about having sex with her. I did however; see guys that made me stir in my pants. I seemed to be particularly fond of older black men, which is exactly what my neighbor was. He was 6’2 and about 220 pounds of muscle. I used to peek through my bedroom window whenever he worked outside in his yard. Seeing his muscles move while he did yard work made.