"Time to get you some work slut," Lizzy said, as she left the room and lockedit behind her. Emma lay and sobbed. She felt violated and sore. Her arse ...tung from thecrop. She just wanted to leave, but knew she would be deported. And Lizzy frightenedher. The big woman had looked and felt like a man as she fucked her, and Emmawas ashamed she had gotten wet to accommodate her. Emma stood up and crawledup on the table as best she could. She rolled into a ball and cried. Lizzy meanwhile was calling a. "Fuck me, please… I need it…” She whispered in a half-strangled voice. "No" I said, looking at her. Then I saw her eyes bulged as I spread her ass cheeks wide open and slid the head of my cock into the very tight opening of her little rosebud.I felt the tight ring of muscle yielding to the slow stroke of my entry."Yes, please, fuck my ass! I deserve it…” She cried almost in tears.Then I rammed my entire dick all the way past the ring of muscle that guarded the entrance, burying my cock deep. .. The man beside her... There was no doubt... It was me! The photograph came to rest on the floor upside down. A scribbling on the backside caught my attention. First, I had trouble making out the words. Then it struck me: a date! August 1894! Eight-teen-frikkin-hundred-ninety-four! No kidding, dear listeners. The hell no kidding! Of course I fled out of the ruin. Never set a foot in there again. Well... At least not during my waking life. But ever since that day... I keep on dreaming that. “Bottom line is we can't, without obtaining a mortgage. However, I have another idea.” He pushed the folder at me. I opened it and it was filled with pictures of various machinery. “What's this?” “You know I worked in my dad’s cabinet shop when I was young? There is a guy here in town with a cabinet shop going out of business. For twenty five thousand I can buy his whole shop and build my own cabinets. He's got all the equipment and it even has an inventory of hardwood and hardware.” “But you.