She was back two minutes later with a pack of sandwiches. “Sorry, this is all that’s left. This okay?”It was sausage and tomato sauce. I nodded....“Fine.” I didn’t particularly like tomato sauce, but I didn’t dislike it either. It would do. She came back with a murder mystery book about five minutes later. “Not the most exciting,” she said with a soft laugh, “but it’ll be more interesting than a romance.”“Thank you.”I was given a hot meal about two hours or so later, went to bed in knickers and. In seconds she was free and I found myself on my stomach. Somehow she had my legs split wide and doubled behind me. She reached forward and grabbed my ponytail, pulling my head backwards. It felt like she was going to break me in half."Say you're sorry," she demanded.There was nothing I could do. I could barely even move enough to speak. "I'm sorry." Tell me you're a bitch!" she ordered."You're a bitch!" I answered. It hurt, but what was she going to do, kill me?She let my legs go and then. Despite Elaine's bestefforts, Stuart and Danny also became quite close friends. They sharedcommon tastes in movies, books, music and video games, although theirtastes were just sufficiently different that they could have an engagingdebate on their choices, Danny often changing Stuart's mind on a numberof topics. They would regularly go out for a couple of drinks and a chatafter work, avoiding any singles bars as that would certainly lead to aclamp down from Elaine, enjoying each other's. ." she whispered as I felt her push her pelvis into my hand, one leg coming up slightly to open her crotch towards me. The tight cotton around my hands was soaked with her lube as I rubbed her with a ferocity, watching her expressions changing. She was caught up, like a training rushing downhill. No stopping it now."I'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me, make me uuuuunnnghhhhh..." and with that her arm tightened around my neck and she pumped her hips against my body, cumming like a fucking rock.