It was better to leave a voicemail message on heroffice manager's phone than to call during the day and have to answer alot of questions. The office m...nager, Elaine Vassle, would take care ofeverything that needed to be done.Marissa picked up the small, white cordless phone and quickly dialedthe number. She was sitting in the living room section of her -- of thereal Marissa's -- efficiency apartment. The woman didn't seem to havemuch money, but she did have good taste. The place was nicely. Suddenly, she found that she was in a closet with a big lad from the street repair union who didn't say very much but let his huge hands do the talking for him.She was panting not from the bit of running but from the fact that her normally well hidden boobs were being molded like putty in the hands of Robert the workman with no thought to her personal dignity and lacking any concern about her feelings on the matter. Actually, Lucy was quite pleased with the aggressiveness of Robert because she. Frankie tried to push him off her as he roughly pulled at her top instantly exposing her bra she didn’t realise he was so strong and he pushed all his weight on top of her, Frankie continued to push back at him and as she tried to scream with one hand over her mouth the other pulled her breasts out of her bra and roughly pinched her nipples.Frankie didn’t know what to do, she loved to be fucked but only if she wanted it too, Chris was frightening her know and he just wouldn’t listen to her. Bedtime came and I made a bed on the floor out of the extra blankets from my niece’s dorm room. We both laid down to go to sleep but neither of us could. It was cold. About midnight I heard my niece, “Uncle Joe?”. “Yeah”, I said. “I am so cold” she said. “Me too” I replied. She had an idea. She wanted to move me up to the bed that way we could use my covers on the bed and have two sets of blankets. Plus the body heat should keep us warm. I told her I might get a little randy and she.