“Don’t worry, Cheri. Jim fixed it with your boss. Enjoy your breakfast. You have the day off.”“But I can’t afford –”“Don’t worry abo...t it, Cheri. Jim’s taken care of everything.”“But how –”“Relax, Cheri. You’re being taken care of. Now, when you’ve finished your breakfast, you and I can talk about what to do next. I’ll be out at the pool catching a little morning sun and doing some swimming.”“Pool? You guys have a pool? Wow, that is so, like, totally cool.”“Do you have a swimming suit with. " She was flushed and agitated, "it would have been all my fault, I shouldn't have badgered you over those bloody silly names." I handed her the book I had bought at W H Smith's on the way over to her house."I stopped to get this." It was a paper back copy of ' Death to the French'She gazed at me for a few seconds then threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. We stayed like that for a moment."You better let me in, your neighbours will be throwing a bucket of water over us else!"I could see. He said I shouldn’tyell, scream, or cry because this would not hurt, in fact it would feel reallyreally good. I started to feel scared as he pushed my tiny body against theback of the couch and started to caress my tummy lightly. I was apprehensiveat first but he told me to just close my eyes, relax and enjoy the feelingof his touch. My apprehension started to slip away as his soft caress’smoved further down my body. I felt him undue the button on my pants then the zipper as his hand. ‘Hold on baby, its gunna get better,’ said Damien chuckling to himself. He couldn’t believe how fast she was getting hot again, it was such a crime that someone could neglect her this way. Better for him and what he had in mind. ‘Suck my hard cock baby,’ Damien said while gently pushing her down to her knees. ‘Mmmm baby, that feels so good’, whispered Damien, as he stuck two fingers in her wet honey pot as a plan came to mind. ‘Mmm,’ Sandra moaned with her mouth so full. She was licking and.