Oliver didn't remember, so why the hell did it feel like he was trying to get even now?He's not trying to hurt you, David told himself. That's not wha...'s happening. Oliver just needs time. He'll think. He'll come back. He'll save you.Because David was quickly doubting his ability to save himself. After Oliver had left, David had quickly come to the conclusion that his mother would be back again. Perhaps with more food, or words that didn't make sense. He didn't understand what her plan was just. ..scuse me?......sorry I couldn't help overhear, you said that lady is your wife?" Stopping and turning to face him I see a giant of a man, he must be 6'8" at least and broad with it, he's wearing a blue fleece jacket, jeans and black leather boots. He looks fairly old possibly sixties and has an Irish accent. "Erm....yeah, yeah that's right" As he takes a step forward I instinctively take a step back, cursing myself inwardly. But it's hard not to react to someone so big, he towers above me.. After 10 minutes I got up to pass him and went to lead him into the lounge. Suddenly he grabbed my hand- stopping me in my tracks.He stood up his face inches from mine.He kissed me. Again a kiss of lust and desire not just an every day kiss. I kissed him back; knowing it was wrong made it all the more exciting and I couldn't stop myself. He was a bad influence but showed no signs of stopping himself.Cum still dripping down my leg as he pushed me back onto the bed and tore off my thong in a. The money kept coming in, as I laid back, and Sarah never asked for anything for herself. Just the once, anyway. We were talking and she told me that she didn't need anything for herself because of my generosity, but could she just borrow some money for her family. Sure, I said, how much. I paled a bit at her reply, twenty thousand pounds. She said immediately that I would get it all back. I gave it to her. The next day I didn't see her. I assume she was with her family. Soon after, at Sarah's.