" a voice asked from somewhere unseen. Tucker glanced around as amigraine set in. "Or should I say fucker? He he. Soon enough." Whitney?" Tucker asked... The voice sounded eerily like his sister Whitney, whoshouldn't have been home from college for another day. What the Hell was shedoing in his room now? "Where are you?" In you," Whitney's voice stated. A sharp crack emanated from Tucker's back andhe grunted with the sharp pain. He felt of his lower back and found that it hadcaved inward like a. I always brought Frank a pristine hole to fuck. That was one of the things he liked about me, I think. I was older than him; he undoubtedly would have preferred a younger bottom, but after douching myself twice before coming over I provided him with a clean hole and one capable of accommodating the not inconsiderable thickness (and length) of his cock. He had a nice one, all right. Magnificent. And a nice plump pair of balls as well. I loved to fondle them as, down on my knees, I sucked his. After you are satisfied with my dance, you grab my wrists and some of my hair, gaining full control of my upper body (as if I wouldn’t give it to you willingly anyway), and guide me to the end of the bed. You push my feet apart and bend me over, so my top half is lying on the bed. I gasp as the cool comforter comes in contact with my rock hard nubs. You allow me to turn my head slightly, so I can breathe as I lie there. You kick my feet a little wider and then begin exploring my garden with. I knew he’d be pissed when he went to pay the bills and saw I had taken the money, but I had to get a complete new start. I jumped in the car and started driving, a couple days later I stopped at the town I was stolen from, I had been there long enough to show my employer I was reliable but now I had lost another job, I hadn’t even developed any friendships because I didn’t want to go back to my old ways.Now what could I do? My bath water was getting cold and no one had showed up to fuck me. I.