Wanting me, needing me to be their personal whore. I was ready to obey and be their slave for the night. I see many comments saying "fist that cunt" "...pen that pussy you whore" "show us you are a loose slut and punch that pussy"My already wet pussy starts dripping knowing these men want to destroy me, they want my holes ruined forever..for them to watch and get off to, they need me to be their loose fisting bitch.I lay back and spread my legs for the camera, rubbing my glistening wet fat pussy.. "Marry me, and fuck me into an early grave."Stephanie stared at me in amazement. "I wasn't touting for business, Dewey."She wrapped her arms around my neck. "You're a lovely person. One of the best, and I'm extremely fond of you, but we both know it wouldn't work. We are both romantics, and marrying for anything other than love is not really for us." Hang on, Steph. Only a minute ago you was on about marrying a bloke for his money. Where does love and romance come into that?" I was a bit pissed. Next door to us, there was a moving van. Large items came out of the back of the truck about 10 minutes later. A futon, computer desk, TV, the normal items. I guessed the new owner of the house to be about 30 years old. No one on our street has a computer. So that was a nice change indeed. Then, from helping one of the men carry the futon, I thought I saw our new neighbour. He was gorgeous, from where I was standing. About 5’7 and 160 lbs. His hair appeared to be medium brown, short and wavy.. " Okay, I need to talk to him for a bit. Patty will fill you in on everything that's going on."Claud was indeed smoking one of his big cigars and whittling on a piece of wood. "Howdy, Ed," he said as I walked up."Howdy, Claude. So, you're banished to the barn when you want to smoke a cigar?"He laughed. "No, I can smoke in the house if I want, but the misses makes such a big production out of opening windows and turning on fans that it's just a lot less hassle to smoke out here."I got a chuckle.