I remember... the look on Shannon's face the first time I raped her... she was so horrified and weak, so pathetic. I could tell she had wanted to get ...way the whole time that I rammed her tight little cunt which wasn't all that tight. I remember how her body tried to stay still and her mind just begged it to be over, I could tell she was going through mental anguish to the max, she'd never lost such pride before, being violated by an enemy. She had to be disgusted. Then when she got it the. ’ In the kitchen, we sat at the counter, chomping on cinnamon toast and nursing our coffee. The sunshine slanting in the windows felt good. I examined the naked bodies sitting on their towels. ‘You need to do something about your tan lines.’ They looked at my tanned body and then at theirs. Too much white flesh around the boobs and crotch. ‘Do we declare this a nude holiday?’ Eyes sparkled at me. ‘Now that you’ve found one guy whose cock makes you come, do you want me to find you some more?’. Her knees were together at first, then she slowly swung her legs as wide as she could get them. She showed us stocking tops, bare thigh above crossed by suspender straps, and above that see through black lace panties showing the shadow of that dark cunt hair. As we savoured the view, the nurse smiled sweetly at us, reached between her legs, fingered the bulge of her mound through the black lace, and briefly pulled her panties aside to show us her cunt. Her black fur lined vagina was gaping as. So why her and not any of the women of his own social background that he had been offered over the last six months?That was easy. Sharon did not have an agenda and, if he had taken up with any of the women on offer, there would have immediately been talk. As it was, Sharon could continue to clean for him and just stay a bit longer. No-one had visited him while she was cleaning and there was no reason that anyone would. It would be a private arrangement. And that would solve the husband problem.