“Ok back there?” Phil just wanted this whole night over with and had been counting down the minutes ever since he’d gotten into the car. “Yeah,” he said, urging the traffic forward with his mind. The sun had almost disappeared by now and Terry had to shelter his eyes for part of the way, when they were driving right against the low horizon. Finally, as if on cue, they turned eastwards, and the car headed away from the remaining light, into the darkness, rolling along the last few meters of the cordoned off street, and into the parking area near the site. “There, couple all done.” The driver shoved himself back against his seat to get out, immediately slamming his door and heading around to the back, waiting for his passengers to catch him up. Soon, a nervous looking Phil, together with a zombified Kiara climbed out. Terry desi noticed at once how the girl chose to go all the way around the far side of the car to meet him, putting ever more space between her and her prospective stepfather. Where do we need to go?” She looked Bhabhi up at Terry, hoping the question might justify her route towards him in the first place. He rubbed one of his temples and looked at her. It was patently obvious to Phil that he hadn’t given any thought about how to proceed with the supposed normal evening. “Over to the house, come on.” He shuffled off and Kiara eagerly followed him, sticking to him like a limpet for now. Phil strode quickly around to her far side, still keeping reasonable distance between them in fear she’d move away again. At least he was making an effort to maintain the pretence. “We’ll fetch you a hard hat, then we can get some jobs for you to do. Are the others just coming a bit later?” Kiara hadn’t failed to notice that the site seemed deathly quiet, as they all crunched over dust and gravel, further towards the semi-constructed house. “Yeah, probably,” sniffed Terry in his broad cockney drawl, evidently a lot more interested in their real reason for coming. He lumbered further, his eyes always moving furtively to the young girl beside him. “What’s your name again sweetheart, Kara isn’t it?” “Kiara,” she said unsteadily, only feeling revulsion for it these days. He leaned closer towards her. “Kiara,” she said a little louder and he nodded. “Oh, Kiara is it? Sweet.” There was no solid door to speak of on the front of the house as yet, just a hole where the bricks had left a convenient gap ready for it. Terry shuffled inside and his companions filtered in behind him. Wind whistled its way through the narrow opening and whipped around them. Dust sheets were all over the wooden boards of the floor, a ceiling partly constructed above them, a gaping hole left for future light fittings. Kiara huddled closer into herself against the cold and blinked expectantly up at Terry. “As you can see darling this place is a bit of a mess. It’s how it is though on a site like this I’m afraid. Now do you want to stay down here and help Phil shift some stuff around? Or come upstairs with me. Help me do Housewife some more interesting jobs hmm?” His craggy teeth showed as he slapped a hand down on a solitary banister post at the bottom of the bare stairs. Just as expected, she gave the right answer, signing herself over to him. “Stay with you,” she said quietly. The man must’ve been able to read her lips this time though, as he couldn’t possibly have heard it first time. “Good idea. Go up then and I’ll be two seconds. I’ve just got to tell Phil what to do down here ok?” She nodded slowly and began to trudge up the stairs, the homemade copious dust rasping under her boots. My pussy and asshole were bathed by their jizz. He was punishing my poor pussy but I was now loving it. "What the fuck? Dora smiles naughtily as she whispers. Again Wendy caught a lingering look at herself in the mirror. Martin tugged at his tie, letting it hang loosely from his neck as he ran his fingers through his hair, yawning off the days work, headed to the coffee machine to get himself a mug of the good stuff before Adrianne got home from school. As I expected, when Tim removed his shorts, his 10-inch cock made the wife gasp. “Hey, those couple are mine!” I said. I bought a sandwich as well homemade and headed back to the university. It felt like Bhabhi the most exhibitionistic display of being fucked. Are you sure this will work?" she asked her big sister. Eve thinks it’s cute and I can see why. Occasionally he would look around and sniff the air. "I concur Sire. I have no desire to hurt either of you, and as long as you do what I tell you, without argument, then Housewife I won't. The phone was between us so I desi could hear Amy too. And unlike you , I had never been raped before. His hand ripped his dueling sword from its scabbard. I would call less and less. As time went by mum became more relaxed. Rosemary was around here. “DENICE!” He began to grunt. We aren’t in the old west." She was at the point of no return as she placed her cell just above her titties and then immediately moved that hand into her aching pussy lips.