She was miserable because it had been six months since she had any kind of sex, unless you count her nightly encounters with a vibrator. Her husband, ...hilip, was the prototypical salesman, gone 90% of the time, who knows where. Even when he was home he paid little attention to her. God, she thought, what I’d give for a nice big cock to play with. That started her giggling as women like Cindy weren’t allowed to be bad. Just once, she thought, I’d like to be really, really bad.It was eight P.M.. She was also lonely, absent from old mates and her parents. The whole thing was becoming a living nightmare. Harry settled down on the easy chair and looked around. His host sat watching him very closely. She was quite a looker he thought after some consideration. His curiosity was getting the better of him as he swallowed the pain-easing tablets without the coffee. ‘So, how does a girl like you get to live alone in a place like this?’ he asked. A bad statement. ‘I can’t tell you, it’s. ?Of course theinevitable happened. He grabbed me around the waist and slung me over hisshoulder and when I still continued to try and hit him, he slapped my arse acouple of times. Even through my robe, I felt them. GeorgeI?d really had enoughof her nonsense by that time and had no illusions that things would improve.?She was a bitch, she is a bitch, she always will be a bitch,? I told myself asI lugged her down to the cellar and tossed her roughly on to the bed. ?Makeyourself at home here. If. Frank looked down and throbbed as he watched this young woman, his best friend’s granddaughter, sucking his old cock, and his eyes wandered over her body on all fours before him, the heavenly shape of her upper buttocks outlined perfectly by the tiny cotton thong riding high over her hips.Jess came up for air, looked up into Frank’s eyes and smiled “Such a gorgeous hard cock for me to suck”“Oh fuck, you’re making it so hard Jess, you perfect little cock sucker”.Jess opened her mouth, stuck her.