Mr and Mrs R, J, Clinton,
Pine Croft Lodge,
Cedar Drive,
Burnam,
Mashire,
MA19 3HY
My dearest sister Abigail,
Please forgive me but I have to write, things have happened in the last month that have destroyed my life. Iâve lost so much and for you to understand I must tell you everything and to make you understand I must tell you from the start.
To think a month ago I was so happy, Robertâs business was exceptional, but that was the start. It was when he went away to finalize the expansion of the factory, he was happy and I had just been made chair lady of the local club and at 36 that was a great honour and good for our business, so I was happy.
I had agreed to do several dinners so I employed a new baby-sitter for Jolene. You know the baby we adopted 6 months ago, she made our life complete. I thought this girl would be perfect to look after our little treasure; her name was Trudy, an 18 year old, a pretty girl and she seemed a nice girl.
It was the night of my inaugural dinner. Trudy arrived and I went off feeling really good and I looked good to, Iâd been doing a little dieting and bought some nice figure hugging outfits, I remember looking in the mirror stupidly saying, Well yes, Mrs Pauline Clinton you look good and you look sexy.
I arrived back just before mid-night a little worse for a few drinks but I was nothing compared to the sight that met me in my house.
Trudy the babysitter was drunk; she was flat out on the settee and I boy I didnât know was in my house.
Before I could speak he spoke to me, âSorry Mrs but Trudyâs fucked up, I donât think you locked your booze up, so sheâs pissed on itâ, I was shocked I didnât expect that kind of language in my house, I told him to take her home, but he said, âFucked if I will, she ainât goin on my fucking bike like that, canât she stay hereâ? What could I do?
I was flustered and the drink had me confused so I said she could sleep in a spare room but how are we going to get her there. He looked at me, âCarry the stupid cunt, you take one end and take the otherâ.
I could not believe what I was doing obviously it must have been the drink but I was carrying this girl up my stairs with a boy I didnât now.
We finally threw her on the bed; as I put a cover over her I noticed a couple of buttons on my top had come off, I tried to pull myself straight as I went back downstairs, stupidly I went to the drinks cabernet as if I needed more, as I got a glass this boy said, âFuck me I could do with a drink, by the way my names Callemâ.
As I gave him a drink I turned, my head spun, suddenly I realized how drunk I was, I bent to pick up my drink, he was right behind me as I staggered back, I felt something hard, my mind was in a whirl I forgot Robert wasnât there and I didnât move.
He took it as a signal and he move closer, suddenly a hand came around and cupped me between my legs, the smooth material of my skirt offered no resistance and I could feel his finger pressing in to me but my drunken mind was still on Robert.
I felt a hand come round the other side; I remember my glass shaking in my hand as the hand pressing in to me pushed that bit harder and the other hand started to pull the hem of my skirt up. As my skirt reached my thighs the fingers stopped pressing in to me, I didnât realise but they had slid under my skirt and suddenly I felt them on my panties.
A voice in my ear shattered my feelings, âMrs your cunt feels fucking wet, you want me to fuck itâ? Oh god itâs not Robert it was that boy, I went to move away but he kept on, âYou donât move, youâve got a hot cunt, you ainât goin nowhere, your to wet to move, open your fucking legsâ.
I was shaking, my legs were struggling to keep me upright as his other hand slid up my body and pulled the front of my top open, because the two buttons were gone it opened easily. He roughly shoved his hand inside my bra, âYou got a good set of titâs to go with that wet cunt, but what I really want to know is how firm is your assâ? I wanted to move but I couldnât.
His hands massaged me so hard, fingerâs dug in to me probing and pinching my breastâs, pulling my nipples and fingering my pussy, he growled, âOpen your legs cunt, you canât expect me to finger you with your fucking legs shut, open them you stupid cunt I want a good handful of your wet holeâ, I made a feebly sound of âNoâ, as he kneed the back of my knees and my legs opened to stop me falling, as I did his fingers immediately slipped in to my panties.
I wanted him to stop but I couldnât make him, all I heard was, âYes you horny slut, nice and wet, just the way a cunt should be but I still want to kiss that ass of yours, bend overâ. Again I tried to say no but he got hold of my hair and forced me to bend over, my skirt was pulled up and over my back exposing my black nylon panties to him, I went to stand but I hard slap on my bare cheeks and his harsh voice telling me to keep my fucking head down stopped me from moving.
I stood there bent at the waist the drink making me dizzy as I felt his lips kissing the cheeks of my bottom, as his tongue licked across my flesh his finger pushed between my legs and in to me, pushing round inside me then out and then hard in again getting faster. I tried to say no but I found myself breathing to hard, and he knew it, he said, âYour old man pork your ass? You like an ass fucking? You like a bit of meat in your back door. You must be a good fuck your cuntâs well tight for an oldenâ.