Throughout the evening I was treated to poorly disguised wide-open naked crotch shots and an abundant amount of nipples that were obviously staged for...his and my enjoyment.It was pretty much that night that I realized that when he was distracted or not around she didn't seem to object when I would brush her slightly but very obviously on her breast and ass. Soon after that it got to the point that when we were alone I would cup her ass fully and fondle it with no real objection.I couldn't help. It was the universal social lubricant, and was the first question normally posed when a visitor came to my house, as it probably was in every other home in Britain.“Yes, thank you.”“Breakfast tea, Earl Grey, or cherry and cinnamon?”“Er ... whatever you’re having.”“Okay, breakfast tea it is. Milk and sugar?”“Er...”“I’ll make it and you can decide then. Come through.”She kicked off her shoes and trailed after me into the kitchen. One of the reasons I’d fought Phoebe to a standstill on buying this. Just then the door opened as the old man wheeled in a slot machine. He swungthe dolly around and set it up against the wall. He plugged it in and set uptwo stools in front of it. "It works, I just keep it out of sight to preventsomeone from stealing it." He said as he walked out. "I'll be back in anhour, have fun."Chris watched he drive off in a very large tow truck. "Well they say you findslot machines every where in Nevada." Laughed Chris.He looked it over and saw that it had a slot to take. She wanted to slap at him, she wanted to punch him in the face, but she was afraid to fight him. Suddenly her attacker jumped up, grabbed Amy by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach. He pulled the tattered dress completely off Amy now. She knew what was coming, could feel his cock hardening against her thigh while he fingered her holes. The stranger grabbed her hips and pulled her onto her knees, her face firmly planted on the bed. She felt the stranger spread her ass cheeks and put his.