About 350 pounds, five foot even, yellow slacks, short pink halter top with belly piercing, brush-cut blue hair, biker tattoos. Haven’t seen her aro...nd before; where did you meet her?”My normally unflappable secretary blinked, then laughed as she finally saw I was teasing her. “Nope, boss, don’t believe you. Even you would have taken note of someone like that, maybe called security? No, it must have been you. You gonna ‘fess up so I can get on with the coffee rather than waste my time arguing. I wasn't expecting him to, but he wasn't shy. It came to me again, and I decided to say dare, getting more into the game, not really realising he'd make me do something so bad! He dared me to get naked again and finger myself, I was in my living room at the time, so anyone could walk in at anytime, but thought, my family weren't expected back for a while. I decided to so ahead with his dare and stripped naked, chucking my underwear to one side, I placed my laptop on the table and pointed the. Wouldn't THAT be the life!For, sadly, no one feared Robert Downing, nor paid him much respect. Though a large man, measuring 6' 3" and a hefty 250 pounds, with his stringy hair, acne-scarred face and soft, dough-boy physique he had spent the majority of his life, from adolescence to adulthood, as the butt of too many schoolyard pranks and unkind jokes. The lingering pain and humiliation probably fueled his manic desire to belong somewhere - anywhere - and the legendary brotherhood of the. " I said. "What do you want?" He asked. "You, your dick! Fuck me!" I said said louder. "Whose dick?" He said sliding the tip in a bit. "YOU! My boyfriend's dad!" I shouted. He proceeded to shove his giant dick inside my tiny pussy and fucked me so hard. It was hitting parts I didn't know it could. My boyfriend never fucked me like this.His dad thrusted repeatedly, and faster than I ever experienced. I was moaning so loud, I put a pillow over my mouth as he pulled my hair and slapped my ass. He.