It was more of an order than a request.He stood before her and wondered what other chores he would have to dobefore she would allow him to fuck her.He... left hand reached out and burrowed under his petticoats to find hisprick. It gripped him and pushed to make him groan."See, that's better," she said in a soothing voice. "You have finishedyour chores for the afternoon and now comes a little time just foryou."He grunted as her hand slipped to his balls and took them in the palmof her hand.As she. .” The fear of what could happen was overwhelming. My pleads fell on deaf ears as he simply wiggled my feet free and again resumed position between my legs. He pushed himself slowly into my dry canal. The pain was immense as I felt the ridges of his swollen head enter me. The walls of my vagina clamped down on him as if I was squeezing him in my hand. I thought to myself that there was no way he wasn’t going to do permanent damage to my already abused body with that massive dick and me. She'd um..." Margaret gulped. "She was murdered." Here?" Abigail asked, and Margaret shook her head. "In the flat?" Nah. Outside. But um ... well it affected a lot of people. We dain't talk about it. And you won't go mentioning it."Abigail hummed and flicked the book back to the page she was reading. "It's a good book. She had good taste. Ah haven't read too much 'fore but this is good." Margaret looked at her, and Abigail looked into the corner of the room. "Ah'd want a telly really,. “So perhaps by the end of the evening we could both have satisfied that particular itch?”“You are very naughty,” I said. “I've never fucked an older man and woman before, either, so it will be a new experience for us all.”“I'm glad you said 'older' and not 'old',” said Anna. “We may be in our mid fifties but we still know how to please our partners; perhaps more so than a younger person even. We find that experience is a great teacher.”“And I'm keen to learn,” I said. “It' clear to me that you.