Are we clear on this?” Dixon menacingly warned.Sheepishly, Roger and his cronies left with their tails between their legs. I was amazed that Dixon e...en knew my name.As they scuttled away, Dixon turned to me and said, “I hate that fat fucker.” Then, turning his attention to me he inquired, “Are you okay, Wren?”“Yes… thanks,” I responded.Smiling, Dixon then asked, “Would you like a sandwich?”“Actually, I have my own food, but thank you,” I answered.“Yeah… but I’ll bet it’s nothing like one of my. He was moaning loudly to and he just looked so huge on top of her tiny little frame. Soon he had climbed off and he was lay where she was and she was now climbing aboard his massive black member. She did actually acknowledge my presence at one stage as she manoeuvred him to get in a position so I was directly behind them, and would be able to see her riding his huge cock in close up. Watching as she lowered herself onto him was just something I will never forget. Her tiny hips almost forced. I quickly climbed down and undid his shackles and removed the gaghe seemed to be trying to roll over so I helped him onto his back. Now Icould see one eye looked a mess but the other was clear. His mouth wasmoving like he was trying to speak but he wasn't making any coherent sound.It came to me when I looked at his face he'd had a pretty severe stroke. Thehatred and rage came flowing back through me, my revenge might come tonothing, he might not ever remember what I had done to him, deflowered. Marco did an excellent job, and during the process, our fathers became very good friends. By way of a thank you once the work had been completed, my dad arranged a getaway to a mountain retreat with Marco and Karina. As the two couples would be gone for ten days, Karina insisted that she should pre prepare meals for Giuseppe and me, for the duration of their holiday.I thus arrived at their home, on that first Friday evening after their departure, to have dinner with Giuseppe. The food was.