.it's me..."The door buzzed and I went in. The lobby screamed money, all black and gold, with lots of foliage. I took the elevator up to the 13th floo....Demie stood in the open doorway of apartment 1304. I vaguely remembered some Asian cultures considered 4 to be an unlucky number, just like 13 in North America. What a great apartment number, Demie, I thought.As I walked into the apartment, I was taken aback. It was huge, with high vaulted ceilings and a low retro couch, loveseat, and oval glass. Smiles softly.” “Okay. Then I’d like you to go to bed.” “Must I?” She glanced at the clock. “Try.” It was getting late anyway. “All right. I will. Thank you again, Gary.” “If you are thanking me on Sunday, I’ll be happy.” Elaine smiled. ************************* At breakfast she was on autopilot. After describing the dress Gary wanted, both Chelsea and Kendra had ideas on which store Elaine should visit. They both offered to come with her to the. After breakfast then he suggested, “a run to the allotments,” adding, “it would be an idea if his son gave him a hand,” it was not a request it was more a case of ‘you will!’ and they did, within the hour dressed appropriately the car left, carrying both men, the younger not happy to leave but he knew better than to kick off! The ladies waited to make sure their men did not come back having forgotten something, then they scuttled off up the stairs, mother taking down a secret box from the. I guess that's exactly what had happened. John seemed not to know the meaning of a gentle touch. His hands had continued to be hard and demanding on my tits and between my legs. Even while fucking me his hands would crush my tits at times or connect in stinging slaps to the side of one of my breasts. I didn't know what had hurt worse on my swollen breasts. His crushing grip, the twisting pinches to my nipples or the slaps he delivered if I didn't move quickly enough in response to an order..