”He turned to walk away, but I called him back. I had nowhere to go other than my mom’s and I knew her boyfriend was still there.“What do I hav...e to do?”“Get undressed,” he demanded.I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. His eyes were fixed on me, but I couldn’t see anyway out. I undid my denim mini skirt and let it fall to the floor. He approached me and held me close rubbing his hands over my breast and squeezing them hard. His fat gut was right in front of me. He sat down in one. While demolishing a plate of eggs, bacon, sausages, beans and chips, he chatted her up and arranged to escort Julie home that evening when her work was done.According to Arthur, Julie was a dead ringer for Elizabeth Taylor as she appeared in Ivanhoe. Black hair. Big eyes. Great figure. He was smitten. He walked her home in the twilight and was delighted when she invited him in. 'Home' was a caravan parked next to a pub on the tow-path of the canal.His delight was short lived. Mum was at home.. "Turn over, bitch." I commanded. When she hesitated I grabbed herby the ankles and twisted, flipping her over onto her back. She cried out,and her legs splayed open as she tried to gain her balance. "See? Likethat. Fucking bitch. Now grab your ankles and pull your legs open." Iordered. After a few moments of confusion she obeyed. I adjusted her position slightlyuntil she was laying on her back on the edge of the bed, with her hands holdingher ankles up beside her head. Her pussy and asshole. “Good evening, gentlemen,” I said sweetly.“We don’t need any girls,” he grunted before his companion could stop him. The tanned man jumped to his feet, but I held a hand up.“If you weren’t aware, sir, this isn’t that kind of club.” I grinned as he looked up at me skeptically, and finally his companion spoke up.“Miss Rochester! So nice to see you again,” he gushed, and I beamed. The pretty man glanced up at him in confusion.“Senator Moore, a delight as always.” I seated myself across from the.