That had changed in the last couple of weeks. That’s why she had taken the afternoon off. She was hoping to meet with her young lover to get royally... fucked. The text about Tina had changed that. Her lover was one of her daughter’s close friends. She wasn’t quite sure how Tina would react to it, so Angela had decided that, for the time being, she wouldn’t tell her. As she was deleting the text messages she heard an ear splitting screech from the basement. ‘EEYYYIIEEE!’ Angela ran to the top of. What a yukkie mess, you dirt fucking slut!” he exclaimed, “Now I won’t get that horrible stuff on me when I fuck you.”He stroked his stiff pole, which she could swear had grown 2 inches, moved forward spitting on the head, which he eased into her slit.Her head lolled back as she realised her situation was hopeless. No-one in the estate cared to intervene, even though many must have seen through shuttered windows, her gang-rape – they were all too scared on Bert’s gang.Tracey felt hands on her. I had come to the conclusion that Danni wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but I decided to play along as this was a good game, “Mr Green trained me, he said that I must get the correct measurements and make sure the garments fitted correctly, especially underwear” she continued and I nodded along, “He said it was important for the gentleman to feel comfortable” she said and then mumbled ‘cock’ under her breath.I was now getting a picture of Mr Green and would hazard a guess that it was Mrs. She was wearing a hat with a veil that made me smile as I recognized this as her mode of dress from her younger days. At long last the train ground to a halt with a big hiss of steam, I got off and she spotted me and waved frantically as if I could possibly miss her. We hugged and kissed, then she went to take my suitcase but it was a bit too heavy for her to carry. She ran ahead of me and brought the car to the entrance, where I waited for her. It felt good to be home again, Catherine was all.