"Hey Mrs. Johnson" I said, breathing heavy because I had jogged to her porch all the way from my car."Good morning, David." Mrs. Johnson said. She was...wearing a robe that didn't do very well at covering her soft, beautiful tits. She had a scar from a surgery she had years ago, I couldn't remember what it was for but Alan had told me about it. Fuck, Alan, I forgot to check his messages."Mrs. Blake said you needed some help?" I said, trying to sound casual but talking fast because I knew Carol. . and I'm just your trainer."She giggled and raised her arms. I measured her chest and her upper torso and then pulled her arms down in front of her. Her shoulders were well-rounded with a definite muscle cap on top of each. Her triceps looked beautiful - - thick and firm and visible. We'd have to work on her biceps which were flat.I entered all the numbers into the notebook with her training schedule."Okay," I said. "Pants back up. We're going to start with some cardio."Grandma pulled her. She I staight away when to my room and asked my mom to send her to my room, as it was usual in my house for Rita to come at anytime as she was like my sister. She came after 15 mins I was waiting for her in my room. I looked at her and she just ran towards me and hug me tightly she was crying. I didnt say anything to her Just ran my fingers in her hairs and on her back and let her cry till her heart feels like.After 5 long mins she got comfortable, than I asked her what happened.She:My. Dafür. Sie fluchte, hatte sie doch gehofft daß sie es ablehnen würden, denn sie hatte kein gutes Gefühl, und ihr wäre es doch egal gewesen wenn er sich in die Hose hätte machen müssen. Mißmutig schloß sie ihn los und ließ an einem Arm die Handschellen einschnappen, während sie selber nun mit einem Arm mit ihm verbunden war. Als er dann so tat als wenn er müßte, verlangte er von Carol, daß sie wegsehen möge. Sie gab nur einen verächtlichen Ton von sich, denn dieses Vergewaltigerteil wollte sie.