Alison has struck up a deal with Ted, she would call around three times a week so he could vent his lustful urges on her. The return was that he would leave Mandy alone, and Alison knew that as long as she did a good job in satisfying him then he should keep to the deal.
She was also having to submit to Norman at work's demands on an almost daily basis, he was a complete sex maniac and seemed to have an unquenchable thirst for it.
She was able to do this as it meant that she was keeping her daughter Mandy safe, and that was all she wanted.
Mandy too had noticed that things had gone very quiet on that front, blissfully unaware of course of all the work her mother was putting into it. She just thought that maybe Ted had lost interest, and with George in prison then perhaps life was going to get back to normal.
How wrong she was, George had been out of prison for the past two weeks, the reason he hadn't been in touch was because he was on probation and couldn't risk getting into even the slightest bit of trouble. If he did he would be thrown straight back inside without hesitation, and that was something he really didn't want.
Having a criminal record now meant that poor old George had been evicted from his home and was forced to stay at a halfway house for released convicts. A more filthy and horrible place you couldn't imagine, with mould growing on the damp walls and all kinds of critters scurrying about at night, poor old George felt he had hit rock bottom.
His room was on the first floor, below him lived Billy the caretaker, a nosey man that always poked his head out of the door every time somebody came or went. He was also an ex-convict but one who had been given the responsibility of overseeing the running of the house. Nobody much liked him as he used his authority to bully some of the men that stayed there, something that they had no choice other than to tolerate as apparently he had the power to report them and have them sent back to prison if he so wished.
His unpleasant nature and the enjoyment of the power that this position brought stemmed from one thing. You see Billy, now in his mid fifties, was born severely deformed and had suffered a lifetime of abuse and discrimination as a result. He was probably one of the ugliest most unfortunate men that you would ever hope to find, and it was for this reason that he took the chance to make others suffer as he had for most of his life.
He had many health problems arising from his deformities but the thing that caused him more suffering than anything else was the way he looked. People would stare in the street and many would even be frightened by his appearance, making something as simple as going out a terrible ordeal for Billy.
He was born with a hunched back that as he grew older got progressively worse, added to this was a head that was over sized and badly misshapen. His legs were very short in comparison to the rest of his body and he walked with a limp due to having a club foot. His face too was badly deformed, his left eye sat about an inch lower than his right and his mouth didn't appear to be central underneath his pug nose. If that wasn't enough his face was dotted with warts, some sprouting thick black hairs.
It was for this reason that he had been given the roll of caretaker by the authorities, partly as a form of rehabilitation and partly as they knew he would never be able to get a job on his own.
Now when you look like Billy you find people are not very understanding and some are downright cruel. Suffering a lifetime of teasing and bullying had served to make him a very unpleasant character and he was glad of the little power that his job brought him and took every chance to inflict some sort of cruelty on others.
Now George found him as horrible as everybody else and tried to stay out of his way as much as he could. Unfortunately it wasn't that easy to do and Billy would often intercept him in the hallway to have a moan about some noise or other that he had supposedly been making. Billy seemed to get a kick out of seeing how nervous George was of him and would often threaten to have him sent back inside if he didn't watch himself.
The one thing that most people found about Billy was that he was so obviously a dirty old pervert. Some of the guys had said if they had women to visit then Billy would nearly always make a point of coming out of his room and stand at the foot of the stairs to watch them walking up, something that made the women feel very uncomfortable. Nobody would ever say anything to him though as they all knew only too well that he would have them locked back up before they knew it. The rumour was that the reason for him being sent to prison was for attempted rape although nobody knew for sure. The one thing everyone agreed on however was that he was a pervert who couldn't be trusted.
The fact was that poor old Billy was regarded by everyone as a hideous freak, someone so ugly that people would momentarily recoil at the sight of him. The result of this meant that he had lived his entire life without ever being given the one thing he had always longed for, the chance to enjoy the pleasures of the female form. For as long as he could remember he had been tortured by the cock-hardening sight of gorgeous women everywhere, he had the same urges as everyone else but his dreadfully deformed appearance meant no woman would ever allow him even near to them.
It was late one Saturday afternoon when Billy heard the front door slam, and as he lumbered over to his window he saw George heading off out somewhere. He watched him go feeling irritated at being stuck indoors all the time wishing he could go out but knowing it just wasn't worth the hassle.
Instead he slumped himself down onto his moth eaten old sofa and reached underneath for one of his pornographic magazines. He flicked through the pages and licked his lips as he looked at all the pictures of the gorgeous girls in various states of undress. He grumbled and groaned quietly as his imagination started to take him to a place where they would allow him to do anything he liked with them.
"Mmmmmm ooh yes you dirty bitch, you want me don't you," he whispered as he started to rub his cock through his grubby old trousers. Just then his concentration was broken by a knock at the door.
"What the hell!" he snapped as he got to his feet and went to his window to see who it was. Imagine the shock he got when he saw Mandy standing there.
"Who the fuck is that?" he said to himself as he gawped wide eyed at her.
The women that usually visited the men that stayed there were all rough old dogs that had been around the block more than a few times. He had never in all his time seen a gorgeous young girl come and visit anyone, and definitely never one as incredible looking as her, she was unbelievable.
She was there to see George, having been sent as a surprise for the old boy by Ted. Now Alison had made Ted promise to stay away from Mandy, but that didn't mean he couldn't send her to George.
Being as it was later in the day when Mandy got the call, she was already dressed ready to go out to see some friends. As the demands on her were starting to get fewer and fewer she didn't object, after all she knew George and did feel a little bad about what had happened to him.
She dressed herself to perfection as always. She wore a tight white cotton top with just thin spaghetti shoulder straps. She didn't want her bra straps showing so she decided not to wear one. Despite their awesome size Mandy's tits had a gravity defying youthful firmness to them that made them a true wonder of nature. The white top clung to her massive bust beautifully, it looked so sexy, particularly as it was so short that it left her midriff exposed. Her tummy was so firm and tanned and being so slender and narrow it gave even more emphasis to her unbelievably huge tits.
Below she chose to wear a perfectly fitted beige coloured suede effect skirt, very short and very sexy. The outfit was completed by a pair of dark brown suede boots that came all the way up to just above her knees leaving that teasing few inches of tanned young thigh exposed before it disappeared under her naughty little skirt. Her gorgeous soft blond hair was pulled back high into a pony tail, she looked simply incredible, as always.
Billy quickly hobbled his way to the front door, desperate to get there before anyone else. As he opened it he saw the familiar look of shock and horror come across her sweet and pretty face, she was the most stunning creature he had ever seen.
After a moment or two Mandy composed herself and explained that she was here to see George.
Billy knew didn't want to tell her he was out as that would mean her leaving and he didn't want her to go just yet. He had never spoken to a girl as unbelievably gorgeous as her before and he wanted her to stay a little longer so he could get a good look at her incredibly curvaceous and extremely well developed young body. After all he couldn't remember ever being as close to a girl built like her and it was something he wanted to savour.
"U...upstairs on the first floor," he told her as he stepped away from the door to allow her in.
Mandy stepped in and tried to keep as much distance between her and him as possible, she couldn't help thinking he was a little sinister and he made her feel rather uncomfortable particularly the way he seemed fascinated by her tits.
She had never seen a more repulsive and ugly looking creature, so deformed that the sight of him made her feel quit sick. It wasn't helped by the fact that he was filthy dirty and didn't seem to care, wearing a loose fitting old shirt with thick muck and grime around the collar and cuffs and a grubby stained old pair of trousers held up by braces.
He pointed the way and watched as Mandy started to climb the stairs, as she did he got a good look at her ass, he admired it's shape, such perfection. The teasingly short skirt straining as her gorgeous ass cheeks each thrust out against it in turn with every step.
He followed her up the stairs, his speed impeded by his club foot. Halfway up he stopped and from there pointed through the open banister to Georges door.
