Please........how much do you want?”“You really are a dumb whore aint you Fiona? How many more times have I got to tell you...I don’t want fucki...g money because I don’t need fucking money! Now if you mention fucking money or say NO again then the envelopes go out”And with that he yanked her French knickers right down to her ankles and she admitted that at this point tears rolled down her face. In her diary Fiona wrote that it wasn’t the thought of being naked or having to have sex with Steve. He was standing with his back to the screen so he was outlined in the light, but my eyes had adjusted and I could see him. Hell, I didn't really need to see him when I knew him so well. He had a stocky build, with strong wide shoulders, large nipples with tits that I knew were hard, a stomach with rippling muscles, solid hard thighs and calves, and a good-sized cock hanging loose and half-hard over large balls. The expression that I couldn't see, but saw anyway, was tense and nervous.I stood up. She was visibly and audibly more excited now. She caressed her body and gyrated more sexily than ever. She was putting on a show for him. Her hips swayed as her hands moved from her neck to her breasts to her plump stomach.She undid her bra and let in slide down her shoulders. She stared at him the entire time. Flinging those aside, she played with her naked, pink nipples. They were just how I envisioned them. Her tits swung as she danced and played with them.Then she trailed down to the. . I don’t know anymore, I mean my life is so fucked up as it is ... I said it before, you guys are so lucky, such a loving home, loving family.’’ Jenny piped up, ‘‘you don’t know the half of it, Mike’s dad, Anthony, and his wife, Juliet, who by the way is not my mom, opened their hearts to me, and allowed me in. they had no legal or any other reason to do so. I was younger than two, when my own mother walked out on us, and then my dad married Mike’s mom, and we were doing okay, until the two of.