The car I wanted was in Devon, and the dealer couldn't get it in time for my birthday. So my dad had this plan that my uncle would drive me down to pi...k it up, and I would drive it to Colchester to stay with my grand parents for a few weeks. I loved my grand parents, they spoiled me.My uncle Matt is an independent truck driver, owns his own truck. He's my mothers brother, and he lived with us from when I was about 5 til I was 12. He was trying to get on his feet in those days, a big drinker,. Thanks for doing this. I really appreciate it,’ I found him sitting at his desk, eyes fixed on a laptop. ‘Not a problem. It’s my pleasure,’ he shut his laptop and put it away. His eyes instantly ran the length of my figure, taking in everything from my strappy red heels, knee length white socks and tanned legs, through my skimpy school uniform, all the way to the sexy look I had waiting on my face. I slinked over to his desk and walked around to where he was sitting. His chair rolled back far. The best around, they said. A sadistic whore, they said. I munch on some peanuts and say nothing. My initial embarrassment overcome, I am left only with my own shyness. I try to look out through the blacked out windows but see only my own reflection - a hollow, haunted face, drawn out, looking older than my forty-three years, worn thin by a horrid divorce. Now like some middle-aged junkie, I am here looking for a fix of a fantasy drug that I have yet to try.The salt from too many nervously. "You're nothing but a whore now. Our whore. You'll be paid with the buckets of cum we, or anyone else we decide, gives to you." Abby blinked a few times before shaking her head. It was too much. She couldn't bring herself to accept this. "I can't just stay with you two indefinitely. That's crazy." No," Mason said with menace. "Crazy is sending that tape to everyone you know. Your bosses. Your friends. Your parents. Everyone can watch you be defiled and used in a public building by a man you.