Manipulation
"I have invited Emma to come to tea."
I cringed, both for Ema and myself.
With Jack there is always an ulterior motive, and that motive is always to his benefit.
Ema and I were in trouble.
He had caught me at age seventeen. I don't know why, other than I was young and not very streetwise. Within six months we were engaged and I had been completely cut off from my family and friends. My brother and sister found ways to stay in touch, but we all knew it could blow up at any moment. I have scars and broken bones, every time he was at the hospital, being so kind and comforting and telling the doctors and nurses that I was self harming.
As I got older he lost interest in me but I still bore the brunt of his displeasure.
I watch all these programmes about seeking help, running away and things like that, but this way I am still alive, if I try anything I might well end up dead.
"Emma, come in, sit down."
Mr Nice Guy, how long will it last?
I knew why Ema had been invited, she was big. Huge tits, big legs, probably she could take his cock and any instrument he fancied playing with.
"Where has he gone?"
"Who, George? He is working on some machine. It has broken down and they don't want to move it, so he is on sight, until it is fixed."
Jack smiled. George wasn't a giant but he was young and fit.
"Oh, so he gave you a good seeing to before he left?"
Emma hesitated. What to say? Be honest? Be truthful? Be disrespectful.
I watched the emotions fly across her face.
So had Jack. Jack was a manipulator. No matter what she said now he had picked up the signals.
He moved closer and dropped his hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry beautiful lady, we will take care of you."
I shuddered, Emma was going to suffer, but not yet.
He took her face in his hands, lifting it up to look at him.
He started to rub her shoulder, widening the scope of his hand movements.
He bent his hand around in a semicircle and cupped underneath her right breast."
She tried to back away but he had her trapped.
"Nice and essay Emma. I can give you what George can't or won't.
Emma looked at me, but there was nothing I could do, without getting beaten senseless again.
He started to unbutton her shirt. Her tits were huge. He smiled. I felt sick.
Emma's bra seemed to be enormous, nothing I had would even compare.
He ripped her bra forward. They were magnificent and he grabbed at them with both hands.
He held her still and started to play with her nipples.
It took a moment or two but then she responded. Her nipples grew harder.The bastard knew what he was doing. My nipples were getting hard as well but nothing compared to Emma. She let out an exhalation of breath. The fucking bastard had her on side.
He bent forward and started kissing and sucking her teats. She was almost growling.
I had my hands under my skirt, fiddling with my fanny, watching her turn me on but I never lost the terror of him losing the plot.,.
I sat still. Between my legs was saturated. Goodness how Eman must be feeling.
Jack stood up, still keeping her locked into his side. He routed around and I heard him undo his zip.
