Has anyone ever invaded here besides me? Yes Sir. How many times? Only twice, Sir. Ah, that explains the resisting. All right little girl, one more bi... push and Ill be all the way in. I pushed outwards one last time as he shoved the rest of his cock into me, a good three inches more at least. I lunged forward with the force and the scarves cut into my ankles as I tugged against them, trying to escape this invasion. My breathing was very erratic and short. I knew that was blood dripping down my. ? I took the condom from him quickly opening it; I rolled it onto his penis for him.?Turn,? he ordered. I did and he squatted behind me, I felt him take me by the back of the neck; gently he squeezed, pushed until I bent over, going to my hands and knees. Behind me, he pushed more, pressing my face forward until I was in the fresh hay. I’m a nympho, I was wet, more than ready for him by now, the dark hair around my snatch a little moist, my lips wet and parted. I could smell the hay as he. Our small town was almost directly in the middle of the two cities he did most of his business dealings with, even though they were both more than an hour away. ‘So what make you pick the name ‘Sheer Pleasure’ for your shop?’ he asked, about halfway through dinner. ‘Sex sells.’ I laughed. ‘No, it’s actually spelled ‘shear’, as in, the scissors. I barely bother explaining anymore. People don’t get the pun, they’re too worried if they accidentally called a sex line.’ ‘That’s understandable. To. He dotes on her!One of the first things he changed around our household was stodgy old me! I had always insisted that Kitty wear only the most prudish clothes. Dick really won Kitty over when he insisted that I let her be more fashionable, like her friends. He actually took her shopping on more than one occasion and bought her the Brittany Spears-type stuff that I always thought made a girl look like a whore. Dick taught me that those sorts of clothes actually make young girls look independent.