Uncaring of the ragdoll shaking of my shoulders, the forced gasping breaths, my bouncing breasts, the heaving of my stomach, the twisted writhing of m... entirety. Uncaring, my fingers clinging to its rough smooth surface as it jackhammers. "Bitch." Just flesh. Trembling and pathetic. Just blood and muscle and sinew. Worthless. Recyclable. Fleeting in existence. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Worm food. Soon forgotten. Soon nothing. A pinprick in the eternal star chart. The rolling pin drives deep. Waits in vain for her to pleasure him whilst she instead carries on touching herself, stroking gently, her grey eyes never moving from the his face. ‘It feels good, Mister Turner… Feels great…’ She moans in pleasure. Increases the speed of her movements. Her small breasts start to rise and fall more rapidly as she does so, whilst for the first time he hears the slick, wet movement of her fingers upon her sex. Smells the subtle fragrance of her wet pussy. He moves towards her instinctively,. “Why are you in my family’s gym,” Dad asks again. “Because aside from my father the only family I have is right here,” Matty says swallowing,” And I need help.” Dad smiles and pats her on the back before having me move to work with Katy while he starts going over the basics and covering some of her strengths with Mathilda. We’re in there for another hour before Mom interrupts with breakfast and sees the four of us working. It’s an odd sight for Mom but she smiles before shaking it off and tells. ‘I think you need to bed him a few times first. Get him properly in love with you. I think he does you know. He looks at you like that and I see what you mean about Mike and him. They do don’t they?’ ‘Do you really. Oh I hope so. Yes, they are alike aren’t they. Lena, I’m so excited.’ She smiled softly at me, ‘It will be all right, I know it will. Let’s get lunch out.’ We had lunch by the pool. It went well. Mike was the centre of conversation, keeping Guy involved. I noticed he kept on.