"Amanda stared at Bessa until she could make out a vague outline of a now terrified washing maid. "Um ... o-okay ... okay, I can help."Bessa let out a...gusty, relieved sigh, and Amanda thought she caught the faint glistening of tears on Bessa's face. Bessa sniffled once. "Listen t' me. I'm so stupid. Jus' some dumb washing maid thinkin' she was so bloody brave jus' cuz she stood up t' that bitch Larra." You're not stupid, Bessa," Amanda said. "And I loved what you did back there. And what you. “Bye, lover,” I heard her say just before leaving the house.I was in my own world when Brenda startled me by asking, “So how did you like your morning fuck with her?”“Oh! Shit, honey! I didn’t know you were awake. So you heard all of that?”“Mm-hmm, I did,” Brenda cooed while grasping my dick in her hand. “And I expect you to fuck me just as hard as you did her right now.”And that we did. I can’t even describe to you how passionately we both made love to one another that morning before Brian. His fantasies were interrupted by an unknown force twisting his arms behind his back. Before he realised what was going on, he was belly-down on the dusty floor, his black, thick-rimmed glasses lying down in a coffee puddle that he had been intending to wipe off all day. Well, so much for cleaning. “What the fuck?” he muttered, instinctively wondering what to do. Should he scream for help? Or is it better to keep quiet and do what he’s told? Maybe they have a gun? “You stuck your cock in my. He started his assault on my cunt pounding it hard and deep. I orgasimed hard and a minute later he flooded my insides with his hot sauce. He pulled his limp wanker from my cooch and Steve jumped in there and banged away and soon dumped his nut sauce in me also. I cleaned both men and they left. John said the car was mine as long as he could get in my pussy whenever he wanted. I told him "honey! you can put your monster cock in this pussy anytime you want!" I sat on the bed and played with jizz.