You can here me whispering to someone. You can’t here the other person at all. As you here our foot steps getting closer your heart starts to race a...d your cock is getting harder in anticipation. You here your door open and I come in and you here my robe drop to the floor. You can here me talking to the other person. ‘Sweetie, say hello to your guest!’ You say hello and the guest politely nods, very careful not to say a word. ‘The guest would like to say the look of your naked body handcuffed. He coated the head of his cock with the sudsy substance and began his assault on my hole anew. With the added lube and a little brute force, he popped the obscene bulb into my tight ass. I let out a toe-curling scream as an intense pain overtook me. I thought for sure I would blackout as the rough bastard shoved inch after torturing inch into my stretched hole. I was helpless against his assault."Fuck bitch," he groaned, "That is one tight little box."I continued to whimper and fight to pull. ”Mandy was silent in her agitation for a moment. “No, Ican’t do that…”Judy raised her hand. “Mandy, if you say no, we willstill stay friends and not talk about this again. Wewill also give you time to think about it We leave atseven on Friday. You can phone us any time before thenand say you are coming. If you don’t, we will simply goand have a great weekend ourselves.”For a few seconds the atmosphere was electric, butagain it was Judy who broke. On one side lived a 80 year old widow, Sibylle, that I often helped. She needed help to get to medical appointments and sometimes shopping. On my other side, lived a single man in his 50s. He was friendly and helped me with things around the house when my hubby was away. His name was Charles. He had never been married and he was not attractive. He had a big belly and wore a wife beater and overalls all the time. He had a habit of drinking a little too much, so he often had a hangover in the.