At 9pm she had supervision with David. She had been working at the hostel for a while so her and David knew each other. In the supervision David asked...her about how things were at home. She wasn’t enjoying being at home, that’s why she had taken the job. Because her and David were friends the conversation came around to sex and basically although she loved her husband she wasn’t getting enough sex.Later that night after 11pm when she finished her shift she went upstairs to have a bath, it was. This was one of these occasions as suddenly the heavens opened and a real downpour started. The rain soaked me instantly, dripping off the end of my nose and running into my mouth when I opened it, it was hard to see but what there was to see was obscured by the downpour. The track I was following would soon meet the cemetery road but in the meantime the quantity of rain falling was turning it into a small river rather that a negotiable track. I then saw just in front of me a big oak, spanish. A wash of humiliation spread across my face and I could feel tears well up.Of all things, I hated anal sex, and though the dildo up my ass was bad enough,the fact that I desperately wanted to fuck my own ass to get off seemed beyondmy abilities to cope. I felt the blindfold dampen from the tears, but despiteit all, I still began to move, forcing the hard object in and out of my anus.I couldn't help myself, even when the pain began to threaten my own consciousness.My own body betrayed me, and. But Saturdays was mine aasuming my room was clean to her satisfaction.I remember the first night he called,i had just took a shower and was in the bed,He said Hello,Shit i love his voice on the phone,i almost bust nut just listening to him.he ask what i wearing,i told him the truth that i was naked,he said oreally,i said yes its too damm hot,to wear clothes.he said i was lucky he was not there,i say why,he said he would do all kinds of nasty things to me,i said do you promised,and laughed.mean.