"Tony, have you met my grandmother?"My head jerked toward the sofa where an older woman was sitting, her hand covering her mouth."Uh..." Tony, I've he...rd so much about you," the woman said. She stood and held out her hand. "I can see all of it's true."I wondered if I could go home, get back in bed, and pull the covers over my head until Monday.It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon for the middle of November. I'd spent the morning working on a term paper for history. It wasn't due until the end of. My pussy is so wet from my earlier orgasm. But I feel a renewed hunger, a passion which consumes every part of me. He bites my earlobe gently as he groans and whispers,"I'm going to fill your tight cunt with my hard, throbbing cock!" My only response to this is a moan of delight. He continues in a sexy husky tone, "I love what a gorgeous slut you are!"Fuck! I can feel how big and hard he is and I find myself begging him to fuck me! He doesn't let me wait very long and I close my eyes in total. Then Toby undid the rope that was tying her arms to the oven. But with her bodyweight leaning forward and her legs and arms too tired to take her weight. She collapsed forward onto the tiles. Rachel whimpered as her shredded nipples kissed the tiles. But at least her large breasts provided a cushion that stopped her face from bouncing off the hard surface."I'm sorry Rach. I didn't mean that to happen" Toby said genuinely, grabbing her shoulder and helping her to her feet. Her legs were so. "How are you this morning?" she asked him. "Good," Stephen replied. "I'm sleeping a little better," he then added. "How's the hand?" Carol came around to the other side of the bed to check on it. "I tried going without painkillers to see how it feels," he began. "Although it still hurts it's the itching that's the worst." "That's pretty normal," she explained as she touched his finger tips one at a time. "How's the feeling in your hand?" "Still tingles a little, but the feeling is pretty.