We would see each other’s convenience for anything. And even I started doing things to see her happy face. I started caring her more and she too sta...rted responding positively. One Friday, I came to know that the next day was her birthday. So I asked her what the plan was. She replied saying that she didn’t have any plans as she was living alone. I told her that I also live alone and asked why can’t we celebrate together? She agreed as she hadn’t celebrated her birthday for many years. So I. I did not want my presence here to be a problem.”Pat turned to Dan and said, “Your presence wasn’t the problem.” It wasn’t your fault, Dan.”Dan shook his head and walked over to Sue. Giving her a hug, he said, “Thank you for standing up for me.”“You’re welcome,” Sue said remembering the flowers that had showed up the day after she had poured water on that woman. The memory brought a smile to her face.Still angry, Pat shouted, “Who brought her here?”A woman raised her hand and begged, “Don’t. They got me a chair, placing it between my boss and his brother. They said I was able to see the game, actually it was to see me better. As the night went on, I got their drinks, when needed, flirting and flashing my bare pussy each time I got off the chair. It wasn't really a chair, it was a bar stool, with a back on it. I was at a perfect height, so their eyes were almost level with my knees. As the game continued, so did the small talk, which eventually became sexual. I laughed at their. I stood in front of the closed door to the master bedroom, listening to the squeaking sounds of my mattress/ headboard slamming against the wall. I pushed the unlocked door open in dramatic flare, and caught my boyfriend on his back getting his ass pulverized by one of the street thugs that the neighborhood watch were constantly calling the police on. Jman (my man) was on his hands and knees, his plump ass raised high in the air as the street thug held them in his grimy hands, watching his.