Most were married, and over fifty. I would walk down town and just meet a man and strike up conversation about something and then turn the conversatio... to sex. I would tell them about my k**s and my husband and how crappy my sex life is. Within ten to fifteen minutes of meeting one of these guys I would have my skirt up and they would pushing their cock into me. two minutes later my cunt would be full of hot sticky spunk and I would have a smile on my face and the men go back to their world. I wasn’t sure yet, but as a precaution i asked if he could bring back some condoms too. He paused, and It might have been my imagination and it was dark, but i thought he made a quizzical face before leaving. He said he’d be back soon.He returned and we started partying. Beam on ice, beer chasers and some weed i had. Porn was playing on the TV. He even picked up candles. i love candles. i couldn’t believe it. We watched vids and got high for a while and i turned out to be a flirtatious guy. i. Its paining” I screamed in pain, cried, and begged him to stop raping my arse.The pain in my arse was splitting me. It felt as though my limbs were being torn apart. He switched his grip from around my waist to putting a hand on the back of each shoulder and pulled them slightly towards him at the same time he pushed my face firmly down as he slammed his groin into my backside. Shifting one hand to my long black hair, he twisted it around his arm and jerked back my head as if it was a horse’s. Once and for all, this matter needed to be permanently resolved and if Charlie hadn't been so nice to me it would have gone off just as I planned.Instead, within moments of my appearance, I found myself 'working' right next to him and helping to finish one of his repair projects. We talked together like we were old friends instead of being bitter legal rivals for these last six months. He seemed to bear me no hatred at all for the pain and suffering I must have caused him, let alone the.