Aunty Harriet gave a bitter little laugh, ‘she’s not much more than that, as you saw for yourself.’ ‘I’ll be back tomorrow for last week and...this week’s rent.’ Mr. Jones suddenly said shortly. Aunty Harriet looked at him in surprise, ‘but I thought,’ she stammered at she indicated his now limp and satisfied dick. Mr. Jones shook his head with a greasy little smile, ‘you thought wrong then. That little service took care of one week’s rent, but remember, you owed me three.’ Aunty Harriet sighed. He was seriously into hunting and I got a lecture about guns, meat, and skinning the animals he had shot. This was not really the kind of conversation that tickled my fancy. After an early dinner, I left the pub a short while later.Fourteen days later, again on a Saturday, I would see Conrad one final time. Jenny had secured a job in the city where Conrad worked and would accompany him back to the city the following day. That night, as I ate, he again joined me at my table and regaled me with. Touching me, my boobs, my ass , my cunt, my legs , I was getting so wet that it was running down my legs, when someone removed my panties by cutting them at the sides …someone said woo look a the fur on her muff and they all started to laugh…. I felt my self being pushed down into a chair , my legs were forced open and tied to something so everyone could see my fat cunt wide open dripping wet , …first he show my daughter said as she started to rub my pussy and my clit , I exploded in to a. “They’re mine. And you don’t own me!” I began to protest.“I do now! And since I own you, whatever is yours turns into mine,” he said with a smile, bending down to get closer to my face.“So you want to own a pink vibrator?” I replied being sarcastic.“Go get it and I’ll show you,” he said with a serious face on.“Do you mean right now? But I thought you wanted me to clean your room? And why do you want a vibrator?” I asked. “Because I own it,” he said gently.“Do what I tell you, when I tell you..