She, an expatriate Greek, owned possibly the best café in town and served amazing Sunday lunches for a price that beggared belief. I had arrived home...about 10 and opened the door quietly, placed my suitcase and briefcase carefully in the hall and removed my shoes so I could creep up the stairs. I heard the sounds of sex and assumed Fran was watching one of her dirty movies as she often did when I was not there; sometimes when I was. As I ascended the staircase I shed my clothes. This movie was. “Calm down,” Martha pleaded. “Joe has many rooms in this house. We can stay until morning then leave at first light.”They were mumbles from everybody, but we decided that the girls would pick out some of the rooms and the guys would stay in the living room.“Do you think he liked my idea?” Martha said as she tried on one of Joe’s shirts.“Why do you think he wanted to leave?” I asked. I looked through Joe’s wardrobe there was nothing that didn’t have a sports team logo on it or a rock band or. ‘Fuck you, you cunt.’ Lily screamed at the man while the tears now streamed down her cheeks. The man made toward Lily with his hand raised, Lily cowered expecting a punch.‘Bob, No!’ Lily’s Mum screamed. ‘She’s not fucking worth going back to prison for, she’s just a little slut.’Lily’s Mum then grabbed him by the hand, kissed him then led him to her room, stopping just by the door and turning back to Lily.‘Get to your fucking room you little bitch and don’t leave until I say so.’ She. Then, before I knew it, my shirt and bra were on the floor and he was leaning over me, sucking and massaging my tits. (By the way, my tits are huge.) Stuttering, I said, "We can't have sex, I have my period right now." He just laughed and continued what he was doing. Then he pushed me back on my own bed and started rubbing my pussy. It tingled and I could feel my panties getting wet. He leaned close to my ear and told me he was now officially my boyfriend. I didn't even know his name!!! He.