He still heard footsteps. John realized that tonight was not the night to have his cock sticking into his neighbor’s yard. He started to slowly pull...himself out of the whole, when suddenly, a hand grabbed onto his cock and he felt the cool blade of a knife upon it.“OH SHIT!” said John, “Please, please don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything.”“Oh, but why would I do anything to this beauty?” replied the feminine voice from the other side.“Please, just let me go. What do you want?” quivered John.“Hmm...”. So, Mrs. Fletcher had a troubled life almost from the start. Her parents weren’t around much and when she turned twenty-one, she and her friends went on a cross country trip to Cali, where she met her future husband and father of her only child. Michael Fletcher was a second generation Japanese-American and international business owner. A drunken tryst turned into a full blown relationship and then a marriage after only three months. Mr. Fletcher was an incredibly successful man, owning nearly. ‘You gonna fuck me, Papi?’ I whispered in his ear. ‘Gonna put a baby in you’, he whispered back, kissing my belly. I almost went crazy when I heard those words, they inflamed me. ‘Oh, honey, yes! Put a baby in me, darling – make me pregnant – pleeeze!’ I sobbed. His big strong hands cupped my buttocks, lifting them as my legs went up over his shoulders, and he mounted me, his hard cock seeking the mouth of my hungry anus. With my free hand I reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding the head. ” “Oh alright, I have to get this done anyway.” I motion towards the screen with my hand. “Mmmhmm,” he says. “But …. I had an idea,” he continues in a deep sexy voice. I moan softly, cursing at how easy it is for him to turn me on. “Go on,” I say seductively, knowing that I would always give him what he wants when he uses that voice. “I thought… that maybe you could do something for me while I am out…?” he whispers hotly into my ear. “And what would that be?” I ask, my breathing getting.