But if you want me to put a stop to it, just nod your head and I’ll take Mr. Miller to the office.”Wes stood scarlet-faced.“The little cunt’s ...not worth it,” he said.“He tried to rape me Saturday night,” a small voice said. Then the voice became louder. “He tried to force me to have sex with him Saturday night. He would have made me, too, if Brock wasn’t still awake.”“Yeah, he was sitting outside your house like a fuckin’ stalker,” Wes said. “He’s fuckin’ stalking you and you’re too scared to. Could she keep the secret?************A few days later Mom had a pile of shopping bags piled on the diningtable when I got home from school. My curiosity increased when I noticedone of the bags was from a teen fashion place where she would have beenunlikely to be shopping for herself. I decided to continue my usualroutine: do some homework, then put on an apron and start helping preparedinner. As I suspected would happen, Mom came the living room afterdinner bringing several bags with. He had done this, according to the will, in order that his grandson would learn to support himself before being spoiled by the money. He was a wise old man and Dave had admired him very much. Ann had learned all of this long after she had fallen in love with Dave so it had not even been a factor in their relationship.She had never gone all the way with him during their courtship, but several times it had been close. On more than one occasion, it had been all she could do to hold herself. ' I just loved hearing him beg and talk dirty. 'Come in here baby and fuck me.' I saw the towel slip off before he left the focus of the camera. Moments later the door opens and there he is. Nude and rock hard. My computer is set up on a separate desk, so he looks at me, then points to the desk in front of him. I nod. He swipes the papers to the floor. I stand and walk over to where he is. Leaning over, gripping the edge of the desk. He folds my skirt up over my ass. His hands stroke my ass.