I only knew them from names on a temporary id tag. I felt a little bad about that but that would soon be corrected after the meeting with Mr. Horsey.W...e were just about to start when I was paged to come to the office. I met Donald Horsey in the lobby and escorted him upstairs to Marcy's office. I was toweling sweat from the heavy exercise off as best I could. I would have loved to have had a quick shower first.After the introductions, Mr. Horsey began, "My wife and I moved to Arizona ten years. As soon as the kitchen clock reached exactly nine, he walked over to her. The soles of his shoes squelched through the puddles of sticky drying urine around her.When he touched the buckles on her chin, she started and said, fearfully, ?Craig?? She did not know if her time was up and she was being freed or if she had been discovered and the police had arrived to question her about what had happened or if a sociopathic rapist had noticed her and broken into her home.?It’s me,? he said, knowing. As I grew up and started dating my husband to be, I soon I forgot about them and him, as my father had passed away and he just drifted out of conscious.I had moved back home and moved into my fathers house he just showed up one day, taking me by surprise and when we talked and he found out my predicament, he said he had promised daddy to always look out for me so when the job offer was given to me, I was overly grateful of the employment and the generous terms and more importantly, the. In my room, I pulled her to me and hugged her and we quickly removed her sleep shirt and my shorts, kissing and hugging. We got into bed and continued kissing and touching, her hand on my shaft, gently stroking me and my finger between her labia, gently probing.“Steve, slow and soft, please.”I smiled and moved on top of her. She wrapped her legs around my thighs and I fully entered her, feeling her soft, pliable flesh press against me, and her pussy cling to my dick. We began with a very slow,.