One day I was driving from Manchester to London and I decided to stop off in Birmingham, where I was born. Once there I remembered an old friend’s m...ther called Jean and I knew that all her k**s had flown the roost so there was a good chance she would be on her own. Back in my old days I went to the same school as her younger son and we became best mates. Quite often I would sleep on their sofa as the number 11 bus route used to stop at 11pm and it was too far to walk home from there.As I rang. " He paused, "Or do Iring her to tell her I've found her" he paused a second.... "Husband?"I gasped, not trusting myself to speak"What's it to be Richie, are you going to be a good girl for us?"I couldn't face her dragging me back to that evil Man, being forced intoprostitution and god knows what, I just couldn't face that. This wasblackmail, my life was passing before me, I didn't want this at all and Ihated the idea of giving in to this lecherous old farmer, yet the feelingas he massaged my. “Stand here!” she ordered him."Bend over you little bitch!" Her arse facing him, Kat began to remove the biggest steel butt-plug he had ever seen from the woman’s tight asshole.“mmmmmMMMMMMMMMM!!” groaned the little slut - and pop! her asshole was free.Kat lead her to kneel on the sofa, her glistening oiled arse facing the audience, her pussy and anus displayed for them all. “Pump your cock Cockstud .do NOT spunk - or I’ll fuck YOUR arse with this” she said as she picked up the object from the. I knew already that I didn’t want this to be totally from my side, I wanted him to respect me as he did all the time. I wanted to talk to him. No, that wasn’t it. Not really. I wanted to touch him. And, I wanted him to touch me. But he didn’t response me and I was thoroughly disappointed and realized that may be I’ve lost my beauty and I couldn’t attract him. So that night when I went to bath room for changing and wanted to use washroom.” No, I’m still beautiful,” as I watched my nudity in the.