I started to think I'd created a monster.It went really well for Lisa. Kirsten (as we now knew) was indeed a lonely recent divorcee with few ties to h...r new place and a deep suspicion of all things male, especially her co-workers -- salesmen all, the very worst, and just like her asshole ex.She was also as classy and good-looking as I'd suspected. Lisa got glimpses of her in the showers, and reported that her 5' 9" frame held a pair of softball-sized tits with perky nipples. The red hair was. When I reached the couch,I turned to look at him. He had followed along behind me and stood only afew feet away. As I watched, he flexed the muscles in his arms and chest,showing off his body. "Like what you see, boy? Ready for some action?" Icould only nod my head. "Then strip, faggot," he said as he sprawled onthe couch. He watched me as I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes andsocks and dropped my shorts and underwear. I felt kind of strangestripping for this big black stud, but he had. Something more terrifying than getting pregnant and ending up as a secretary.There had been couples murdered in the area who were doing the exact same thing that they were doing right now.She was about to push Buck off her and ask him to take her home or to someplace a little less secluded when she noticed a flashlight and before she could utter a word the door was ripped open and Buck was pulled and tossed roughly off of her hitting the ground with a thud."Jesus Christ, can’t a guy get a. "It's just that with a holiday still to be booked, Anne is looking tosave on costs, and she was wondering what you were doing," said Helen."Ok, I'll tell Sally. We can come round tomorrow and discuss things ifyou like?" said Carol."That will be great. Thanks," said Helen. "Goodbye then." Bye," said Carol.Anne was a little late coming back from work that afternoon, havingdecided to stop off at the chemist to pick up the photos. She had hadsome of the photos done more than once, so that Lisa and.