I told the women at the house, "I'm going over to the patio to talk to Steve. Call or come get me if you need me."Steve was there having coffee with G...enda, Tiny, Henry, and Phil. Steve told me, "I really should go check in, but I think I'm going to wait until after lunch, the gym, and some sun before I go in for a couple of hours. Stay with me, Chuck, I'd like you to come in and see a few things that I want you to be involved in."You can't refuse your buddy, so I had some coffee and just. I even heard a couple of guys comment something about a horse. I was afraid to move.Finally Ms Johnson gave me a squeeze opened her eyes and realized where she had landed, “Oh My God.” and she tried to get up. Only problem was she didn't seem to want to let go of my cock. Other classmates helped her up and me as well. I felt a couple of gropes but was unable to pinpoint the culprit. (but I liked it)Although embarrassed Ms Johnson took control of the class and continued with the lesson as if. Her eyes are black.I lean over her, I touch her cheek, her neck, the softness of her ear. I touch her breast. I feel her.I watch as her hidden eyes look down my body. My ravaged chest; black gore and torn flesh that were once my sweet breasts. As sweet as hers. Sweeter. Kissed by Him.My hands touch her body. My hands, my tortured hands: their broken bones and gouged nail holes that weep slowly to my finger-tips. My breath is on her. Filthy, stale, salty, watery breath. The disgusting breath of. And I needed it!He asked if I wanted a drink and we shared cognac, which I shot down — and then it began. “Lose the clothes,” he said, so I dropped my dress. I wore nothing underneath and he smiled before finishing his drink and approaching me with an evil smirk on his face. “I can get rough at times,” he said.“I don't care. I’ll do what you wish me to.”He grinned and pulled off his shirt, revealing a six-pack and pecks perfection. “You want me to fuck you, don't you?”Did I ever! “Yes please,”.