She had only recently been beaten, and was still far from healed when he had taken her that night. Even now, remembering it all, his stomach churned a... the thoughts of what could have possibly happened to her. The thoughts of her crying out for help, for mercy, caused a lump in his throat that he had to fight down so he could breathe. If that was ‘being good to’ he didn’t want to know what the opposite meant.Angel too, was thinking about that night. She too could remember him slowly feeling her. My bisexual lover kept up the very slow grinding of his hips into my own pelvis as I ran my hands up and down his naked back, bare ass cheeks and imagined those strong thigh muscles making sure I enjoyed every second. It felt great feeling his heavy body on mine as we lay in my bed while the sound of traffic and footsteps rushed by my window. The day was just about to start for some, while mine had began in the best way possible. A hot and sexually charged cock, waiting to pound me silly before. That brought me back to the problem of finding some additional helping hands so we'd have more time for each other. I knew Stacey was pleased with Miriam, but there were aspects of life that couldn't be solved with a tongue stud, and we couldn't just wait around, hoping we'd run into somebody suitable.Stacey had sounded dismissive but agreeable when I'd suggested a job posting. With the economy the way it was, we'd been deluged with applications. Naturally I'd had to read them all myself.She. She walked over to me and told me she was excited that she would be able to see her boyfriend because of me. She gave me a hug and I told her to get in the car and she was gonna clean my house up since my maid quit last week and I haven't had time to really clean. We pull up to my house and we walked inside. I told her she can start in the living room and go into the kitchen then the dining room and I was gonna take a shower. She got right to work and I went to the bathroom and got completely.