Bradford who was the first to actually touch me when he started to grope at my young firm tits through my dress.“Damn Chloe, you have no idea how of...ten I’ve thought about fucking you.” I was about to respond when I felt Mr. Redding slide his hand up my thighs and started to rub my hairless cunt. It was all I could not to cum.“You really are a little whore huh? You’re already wet.” he snickered as he pushed a finger deep inside my needy little pussy and started slowly fucking me with it.My hand. "I made duplicates of all your keys the first week I was here. I found these on the first weekend." Sandra stared with disbelief. Rachel handed the photos to her friends. "You see I told you my boss had been around," she laughed. "Oh man, just looking at these makes my cock hurt," said Hector. "Now that's what I call a butt-fucking!" said Raymond. Sandra's face was burning with shame. Somehow having someone else see her earlier humiliation was worse than what she was going through now. "I. There was something mournful about the it, lost - very different from theplayful intensity of their noise when they chased me and my friends.I walked up the where the neighbor was soaking his roses with a waterhose."Afternoon," I said.He was a narrow man with a little moustache, and as he flashed a friendlysmile I saw his eyes go over my body briefly, lingering for the barestinstant on my chest. Nothing offensive, just normal, healthy maleinterest. Directed at me. Urrgh."Afternoon, miss. Need. Later that night I fucked her in the bathroom while the party was still going on. I pulled her panties off, sat her on the counter and fucked her to two orgasms. And she giggled both times. She had to go ‘commando’ the rest of the evening because I kept her panties as a trophy.The irony was that I’d met her husband, James at the beginning of the summer. He was a super masculine, deep voiced, big, strong, sloppy, deep voiced, carpenter kind of a guy, not a metro bone in his body. He was a man’s.