Carson turned around. “I’m ready,” he said, setting the bottle down on the floor. “Give it to me.” Mr. Armisen cocked an eyebrow. “I mean,...please.” Armisen smiled. He lathered his hands in oil and started to massage the small of Carson’s back--his nice strong hands callused and muscled. Carson’s body softened against the wood of the table. Even out here in the middle of the living room in a strange city with a stranger’s hands on his ass, there was nowhere he felt safer. He closed his eyes as. She had only been walking for a few minutes when she was grabbed from behind. She turned around and saw that it was another guy she knew named Tim. She had not seen him in quite some time. In fact, the last time it was on his twenty-first birthday and he had got Michelle drunk and she had agreed to be the party entertainment for him and his buddies. She still thought about that night now and then. Tim said that it was nice to see her. Michelle said that it was nice to see him but that she had. Brown supposed to be forty-nine, her daughter Tina in her early thirties and the granddaughter at age sixteen. The granddaughter’s name was Honey and she was named well because she was about as sweet as any young girl could possibly be and she was obviously still pretty naïve and innocent for a girl being brought up in the city.I tried to picture the three women in bikini bathing suits and saw that they were all about the same height, the same weight and had the same color hair with similar. “I told you to be good.” He slapped me harder and I screamed louder. “Please stop,” I sobbed out. He groaned deeply, “good that fat ass looks good pink!” He slapped again, “will you be go now?” I nodded slowly. “Open your whore legs.” Gradually I obeyed. “hmmm you have a beautiful pussy.” I couldn’t move, waiting for what comes next. A finger slide down my back in between my ass checks and in my pussy lips. “Good whore you look very tight.” Tears ran freely down my face, my poor pussy open to.