I don't know when he came in or how long he had been sitting there. He wasin jeans and a black t-shirt, black converse. He had curly dark hair, tonsof...tattoos and a few piercings. He wasn't tall but then I'm six foot, justkind of average build I guess.I immediately panicked! I felt my face turn fourteen different shades ofred as I lowered my book to hide my stiffening nipples. I tried to focuson my book and ignore him, hoping he would go away, but he didn't. Withouta word he got up and started. She pulls open my robe and straddles me.I am confused. “I thought you were taking a shit?”Her grin is diabolical, and it curls up on both sides like the Joker. “Well, my dear Priya I did, but then I checked out with the pilot if everything was okay, you know smooth sailing and all that. He mentioned a storm, showed it to me on the radar and told me to go and buckle up. I liked the part when he said buckle up because I thought of you being in cuffs and a gag ball in your mouth.”“So are we. Sandra couldn't help but stare at Martha, and when Martha finally turned her head to look at Sandra, Martha asked, "What?"It made Sandra blink, and then she answered, "Oh, nothing. You just don't look like you have been watching a horror movie, with that smile plastered all over your face."Martha giggled and said, "That's probably because of this."She then looked down at her crotch and made it obvious to her friend that there was a hand trapped between her thighs that wasn't hers."Could be,". After a few months of this, John's wife saw mom at the diner, getting groped by one of the waiters, called her a slut, and had fire her. As it turns out, John had been giving my mom away to the staff and clients, she was his toy, and everyone was getting their hands on her. Everyone was allowed to see and grope her, but only John had been fucking her according to her. John showed up at the apartment and told her she couldn't work there now that his wife knew what was going on, but he said he.