“Hello I’m Sam, I’m Mary and Tom’s granddaughter. Im going to be watching the house for the next few months.” He locked eyes with my and int...oduced himself. “I’m Jackie. I live next door.” His blue eyes were even brighter looking in the sun. “Neighbor? I thought you were the grounds keeper or something…” “Have you seen this place? If your grandparents had a grounds keeper then this gras would have never been so long. I’ve been sending complaints to the city for weeks about the upkeep on this. How I ended up with girlfriends and dates was truly beyond my understanding. So it comes as little surprise when I say that I felt out of my league and scared as all hell. The day started like any other. The sun rose in the east and I woke up. It’s the big day. I cover all by bases, shower, brush teeth, gel-spike my hair, eat breakfast, and brush teeth again. I decide to take it casually in my best black T-shirt and blue denim shorts. I wear my black belt with the silver buckle.One hour before. I'm in no mood." He covered her hands with his ownand dragged them hard, up and down the length of his cock, forcing her to pleasurehim. "You said you were sorry, Hope. Show me how sorry you are. Suck me." His mocking tone angered her. A crazy mix of confusion and excitement burstthrough her blood when he gripped her head and set the rhythm himself. Shegave a choked cry of protest, and he slowed down. "Take more of me in. C'mon." Guidedby his hands, she found the rhythm he wanted, relaxing her. " It's true, he is anartist. The pain is unbearable, but I stayed quiet. Why give him thesatisfaction? My nipples are already getting numb. Why didn't he lift mehigher? This must be a low key torment by their definition, designed for longerperiods. I try to return to my dream. It's impossible; I hurt too much...maybein a little while. I suffer patiently, no other choice. That evening, or sixpositions later, which is how I'm beginning to tell time, Alexsandr returns and"baths" me; I say baths.