From the top of his already bald head to the tips of his hairy toes the man was all ass. He used to ask himself how she could ever have chosen a perso... like Mort, until she finally tossed him out on his ass. Now he truly wished he was twelve years younger and in better shape.Angie had finished dusting and moved out of view to the left. Coming once more into view she left the room turning out the light as she left.He rose then, taking his beer with him as he paused at the stereo and turned it. Rachelle gave me a funny look as if she wanted to see my crude remark and raise it one more. “Well I’m tired of talking about it. Why don’t I let you all decide for yourselves.” Rachelle suddenly stood up and pulled off the sundress in one sweeping movement. I was stunned. Rachelle was wearing a matching hot pink satin string bikini bra and thong panties. Her tan skin was incredible. Her bra looked to be a couple of sizes too small and those majestic DDs were straining to get out. Her thong. In this resolve she was much strengthened by her inner certainty that under the code of honour revered in the Sicilian circles of both their families, Ernesto was bound to come after her and rescue her, and to take his revenge on the men who had kidnapped her. She had been shocked by the rapes in the hotel and even more so by the rapes in the holding pens. These were quite alien to the Sicilian code; a ransom kidnap victim was never treated with disrespect and any such behaviour would normally. ... He looked at her and asked how she wanted him to proceed. " Don't make love to him, i want him FUCKED, HARD. I want to hear him scream and cry the little pervert". Her last order to me before she sat back and watched and laughed was - "my eyes. look straight into my eyes. i swear i'll punch you in the balls every time i see you look away from my eyes. I want you staring straight at me so I can SEE the exact instant you stop fighting and turn cock loving gay". With that Daymean got a shit.