”“The gardener looked staright at the big boobs I had got. He lunged over me forcefully dragged between the bushes where he restrained me with rop...s and gagged with my own skirt. He mercillesly tore the buttons of my cloth and removed my all my inner wears. Then he fucked and fucked and fucked my cunt, ass and even my mouth by slapping me and keeping my nose closed with his fingers. Finally when he released his semen for the third time he stopped and dragged me to his quarters when I became. . . when we returned to the living room some time later, Frank and Karen were totally engrossed in each other’s bodies. Karen was lying on her back, with her legs folded back over her shoulders. Frank was mounted on top of her, pile-driving her with his generously long cock."Fuck me, Fuck me," she repeated over and over."You are going to be my Fuck Whore, you cunt!" he screamed out at her."Yes, Yes!" she yelled back."Make me your whore, Fuck me."They were both crying out and screwing like wild. I could hear noises which I realised were my broken cries and sobs, but they were moans of overloaded pleasure, not of protest. Janice began to grunt as she rammed forwards, and I felt her hands leave my hips and go under my wool dress, pushing it upwards. It was tugged above my loose black belt, which remained in place, and up to my shoulder-blades, above the band of my bra. Her fingers unclipped this and then returned to my front, pushing the loosened cups away from my breasts and seizing. I couldn’t get you out of my mind for a long time.” He had stopped walking and turned to face her, see what her reaction would be.She looked up into his eyes and smiled, then kissed his lips gently.“You were more than a holiday romance and you know it.” She breathed between his lips. “Shall we go home?”“I like the sound of that.” He stressed the word like.“What?”“I like the sound of that word when associated with you; Home, It has a ring to it.” Her already fluttering pulse quickened.They.