Her body was thin, but it too always had an exhausted look. Especially now she had the look of someone who was tired of life, haggard from fighting an...uphill battle everyday. Her voice was small and whiney, and it broke like a teenage boy going through puberty.She was, however, incredibly sweet and understanding, especially for having to put up with her husband and spoiled daughter. Tina's dad was a serious asshole, a northerner who was as pushy as anyone I had ever met. It really was his way. She looked at me without speaking. "Turn around and get on all fours like a bitch," I said."Will it hurt?' she asked."It always hurts the first time," I replied truthfully."Must you do it?" she asked."Yes, see Mamta has even laid out the vaseline to grease your puckered hole to mitigate the pain of first entry," I said pointing to the vaseline bottle.Amba turned around and let me adjust her position. Then I placed my cock at her back door and pressed. "OOOOOO IT IS HURTING," she screamed."Soon. “I hope you enjoy your weekend with us, Mrs Smith,” he said to Marcy. Marcy turned towards him and her heal went over sideways tumbling her into Jake. No accident of course. He dropped the bags to catch her. She noted how solid his body felt and how firm his grip was as he caught her by the arms. Something to fantasise about later, maybe, this young hunk, while Tom was doing his thing. This bit of amateur dramatics hadn’t gone unnoticed. “Come on Marcy. What do you think you’re playing at?”. Rogers this morning?’ His humour left him and he came further into the room, allowing the door to close behind him. ‘She’s taken the day off to prepare for this trip,’ Miranda told him quietly. ‘Yes… well, perhaps I should have given you both a little more warning.’ He murmured apologetically. ‘I’m not going anywhere,’ she said with a small shrug of her shoulders. ‘No… but you will be covering for her.’ Miranda gave a brittle little laugh. ‘You’ve pretty much closed down this office for two.