"She's out with some friends. Is something wrong?" Mom, and I got into it again. I stormed out. My suitcase is in the hallby the way."Danny found the ...uitcase, which looked like it'd been packed in a hurry,and brought it inside. "I take it you're going to stay here tonight." You guys said, whenever I needed." I'm sure it won't be a problem, but try to call first next time." It's not my fault." she said, defending herself from an accusation thatwas never cast. "She's mad because I finished. Literally. Up on your feet, bend over the desk and spread those lily white asscheeks wide. I want to fuck you up the ass. Never done that and I want to see what it's like." If possible, she went even colder. No man had ever taken her up the ass before. And now this. teenage blackmailer wanted to do it. She could tell him - no and suffer the consequences. Better to play along with him. But up her ass... She stood and walked over to the door on shaky legs. This wasn't something she wanted anyone. It was Maggie, the 17 year old daughter of my cleaning lady.‘Hello, Mr Webley. I’ve just come for my mum’s wages.’Now Maggie was 17 and quite a big girl. 5foot 8inches tall and about 12 stone. Her excess weight was concentrated in her huge 38DD breasts and on her meaty arse and thighs. We quite often flirted but never took things farther. As I went to get my wallet, I saw that I had left the candle and the lube in full view! I was sure she noticed this but didn’t say anything. I gave her the. Yes. Just like that. She took refuge in the wine. Did she make a tiny, sour face? It was industrial strength Chardonnay, after all. And did she try to hide the grimace? She was hiding everything about herself. All I learned was her name: Elizabeth Peabody. A perfect Emily name, no? ‘Oh, one of those! So why are you slumming in a quartet?’ She laughed with her hand half-covering her mouth. ‘No, not one of those. The other ones.’ She’s shy, not backwards. It was an opening, not as wonderful as.