I moaned disappointed, wanting more as he slid a finger into me and wiggled it in and out. My ass clenched onto his finger, wanting it deeper and deep...r.Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth again. I whimpered as his finger plunged into my ass and then pulled out a final time. He grabbed my limp body and placed me on my hands and knees facing the back of the couch.“Spread ‘em, bitch.” He growled. I cried out in lust and humiliation as I opened my legs, my ass pointing at him, helpless. I knew. I said goodbye to mom and headed out the door. I drovedown to the mall and went back to work that late afternoon.Whenever I could get the chance, I would talk to Denise. In the variouslittle conversations we could muster, I managed to tell her abouteverything that was happening. Denise told me she was happy to have meliving closer to her.After work, I talked with Denise in the cold parking lot before I headedhome. After that, my life fell into a predictable pattern. When I wasn'tfinishing up at. Be a good girl and get your chores done, sothat when I get home, we can spend some time together.”A smile came across Melody’s face as she read the note,not thinking of what this evening would bring her, butthinking of the man who wrote the note, who sograciously let her sleep in. She closed her eyes andstarted thinking back to when they first meet. ***It seemed like she knew him forever, but it had onlybeen about seven months. Melody had been living in SanDiego, moving from one job. When she arrived that evening with the k**`s she had a bunch of roses in her hand, these she presented to Celia at the tea table, saying, “thanks for the understanding loan!” with a broad grin, which touched Celia no-end, she winking and suggesting, “once a week or is that too much?” Barbera returning with, “perhaps twice, its done wonders for my stiff joints and I feel rejuvenated!” the adults laughed the c***dren fortunately not understanding looked puzzled. It was in the pub on Friday night.