.." Okay," he said calmly, as if he'd been reading my thoughts the whole time. "Four hundred."Four hundred dollars! Four hundred fucking dollars! God,...strange or not, I wanted to say yes. I had to say yes! But if my father had taught me anything, it's that you always renegotiate."Five," I said flatly, folding my arms.I saw the hint of a smile on his face. He pretended to think about it for a minute."All right. Five it is. But I want you to start coming to my house more often, Marca. For five. In a trance, I stood there starring at the possessed player. My eyes dart back and forth. “What the hell…I….” I always have something clever or witty to say but what the fuck was I supposed to say? I can feel my anxiety rising. How is this possible? I don’t even worry about getting dried off. I grab my clothing and hurriedly get dressed. Run into my room and shut the door. I turn around and I see something, perhaps a Shadow? Great Aria, your being paranoid. There is a logical reason why even. But the things that we needed to be using the most were a nearly new Matag washer and dryer. Fay had been using a coin laundry for the three years that stuff had been stored. She hand washed most of our clothes in the bath tub using an old fashioned 'scrub board'. Fay never complained, she was grateful for what she had.I wanted to get the hell out of that trailer.I could afford a house and I felt crowded.In Florida we had been able to spend a lot of time outside. We ate a lot at a table. I can feel my hole opening, accepting the huge invader as it pushes in more and more until it finally enters me completely and I can feel my hole closing around it. I feel it pulling and pushing inside me, the huge mass keeping me attached to the huge thick cock inside me. The pain ebbs as the pleasure increases and I can feel my clitty leaking again and again as waves of pleasure and orgasm sweep over me sending my mind into a tailspin. Suddenly I feel the cock throb and jump and push inside.