He wondered if he would get in touch with her. He had promised to. He had one more week of his holiday after they left; in fact he was due back in the...States this very day. He thought about them one more time; Ginny had enjoyed getting fucked by Charles, he hoped that there would be more to come. He took another sip of his coffee and then looked at the photograph of Leroy and Ginny. Leroy was tall and thin and he towered over her. He wasn’t sure what she actually felt about him. She enjoyed. She was wearing jeans and a top. Modest, he thought and snickered to himself. She sat down without a word and poured herself some Pineapple juice. Greg could feel his dick go hard. He read that Pineapple made the pussy taste better. He could have her, here on the table.The thought of being able to fuck her wherever he wanted made him horny. On the table, floor, sink, the stairs. He started to remove his belt, Aime realising what was happening started to beg him. “No please uncle, not again. I raised the hood of the car and removed the pre loosened battery terminal.Just as I had hoped he walked to my car and asked, "You need some help?" Yes sir. I seem to be having a bad day already," I said."So what seems to be the problem?" he asked."Last night my boss beat the crap out of me, and today my car won't start," I said."Your boss beat you, did you call the police?" he asked."He has the police in his pocket," I said. "They won't do anything to help a stripper, and he will just beat me. Don’t get any ideas boy, you’re well out of her league. She might keep you as a toy boy, but that’s about all.” The landlord laughed as he carried the glasses inside. “I know, but it doesn’t stop me dreaming,” replied Charles “That’s all you’ll ever do Charlie. That sort of world isn’t for the likes of you and me. Those money people would never welcome us in, except as slaves.” Fred the landlord struggled to balance glasses and bottles together. “Maybe you are right Fred, but I.