"Look Kevin for all I know she could well tell the bugger where to go, but I've watched the prick for years and I know his MO. What's more he's very g...od at what he does." Mark who the fuck are you talking about and what in fucking hell does he do?" John Ryan, have you ever come across the bugger?" Yeah Randy Ryan from school." Yeah that's the bugger. Well he's married now and works in our sales division." Yeah I know, so what's he got to do with Trudy?" Hold up Kev, maybe nothing; I'm working. .. with the result that she found herself thrown down upon the bed she had shared with her husband, sketchily disrobed, and fucked with enthusiasm if not skill or subtlety.When he finished, as he was dressing, he had tossed her some coins with a mixture of disgust, contempt and superiority, saying "Here ye be, slut -- not a bad ride at alll. I'll be back, and I'll tell me friends ye're willing." and left before she could say anything.For shame that someone might think that she had somehow led. He took the soft nude soft flesh of the faggots tits and began - at first fondling them, but increasing the pressure until the little cunt began squirming and whining. She had her mouthful of the man's rigid cock, spit drooling from both sides of her mouth, as she made noises and writhed around in pain. The more the queer moaned the harder the man pinched down. It hurt so bad that the faggot tried to move the man's hands from her tits, but the man slapped the faggot's hand away and said, "Keep. "There she is," Vicky thought happily, "Of course sis," she said.Later that night Charlie sat in front of his vanity, slowly brushing outhis hair, "Instagram famous," he repeated in his mind, "That wouldn't beso bad, would it?" he thought.Vicky smiled as she passed her sister's room, she could tell thatCharlie's resistance was crumbling. "About time," she thought happily,"He was miserable a man with no ambition," Vicky thought as she walkedback to her room, "This way he can achieve some.