It all started as a great idea, Trudy and Bob, Helen and Terry had found their dream house. It was Terry who said, this has great potential, big and already divided, two beautiful big apartments. Four bedrooms up and three down, each floor had separate lounges, bathrooms, kitchens and two garages, it was perfect for the best friends.

Trudy and Bob took out the loan mortgage in their name and moved in first; it was going to be a few more weeks before Terry came up with his half.

Bob spent the rest of their savings on a few luxuries, swimming pool, a new car. Knowing Terry's money would refill the coffers he thought he needed something with a little more street cred considering his job; he was still on probation but if he passed he would be territory manager looking after warehouse profits over five counties for an international conglomerate.

It was the thirtieth and a Friday, Trudy had said that morning, "I hope this is not going to be a bad day, not that I'm superstitious."

The phone went at three forty, it was Terry's brother; Bob was shaking when Trudy came out of the kitchen. She dropped the tray; one look at Bob's face told her something was horrorible wrong.

He took her by the arm and sat her down on the settee, then he sat beside her and took her hand, "Its Terry and Helen, they've been in an accident, they're in Mount Church Hospital, darling I don't know how to tell you this but they're on life support and it looks bad."

They didn't get to the hospital in time, both died with in ten minutes of each other, Bob and Trudy just had time to tell the desk they were Mr. and Mrs. Wainright before Terry's brother came out from the ward, the look on his face was evidence enough to revoke any questions they had.

The three of them stood outside the hospital unable to take it in. Thirty-five years old, the same age as them, their best friends since school days and they were dead.

Three weeks later Trudy and Bob were told that there was no will to be read, they, like Bob and Trudy had wanted to save enough money and get a nice place before children so their money was in probate but one thing was for sure, there was no money coming their way.

That evening the two of them stared at each other across the kitchen table, "I'll just have to work more hours, it will stand me in good stead with the firm, then I get the full promotion," he looked at his pretty wife, "Have you thought about a part time job?"

She looked at him, "Not back to waiting on table, I'm worth better than that."

He looked pitiful, "We could always sell."

He sat bolt upright, "No, no, no we worked hard for this fabulous house and no-one is going to take it from us, If I have to I'll rent their half until we can get enough to live through this, I'm not giving up."

Bobs eyes let up, "So if I work every hour god sends, then we rent their half, yes it could work, come on let's calculate how much rent we will ask."

They sat until the early hours working out just how much they would need, wrote out the advert and, first thing Trudy went to the local estate agent, as Trudy closed the door of the agents, she looked at the bright sunshine and thought, "Job done."

They had four applicants and four refusals, they were starting to get disparate; the bank balance was drifting in to the red and they were missing payments.

Bob had left to do another grueling trip and Trudy sat drinking her morning coffee, now in panic she hopelessly stared at the bank statement. She was lost in thought when there was a knock on the door, a big woman of around forty stood there; she held the agents details.

Trudy looked past her. In the car was a fattish balding man in his mid forties, two boys, young teens obviously twins and a slightly younger girl, Trudy only guessed she was younger behind the make up and skimpy clothes.

The woman spoke, "Hi I'm Darlene Morgan that's my family out there, we have seen your advert for an apartment to let, like to take a look, if that's convenient?"

Trudy ushered them up the adjoining staircase and stood by the door looking at each one while they looked round.

They were all tall and well built. She was large all over, breast, bottom, hips lots of hair, slightly dark skin. He was taller; Trudy thought a fine beer gut, not a lot of hair your typical slob. The two big boys slouched around picking on the girl; she would have been a pretty little girl if it weren't for the high heels and sluttish clothes, the make up was not for a girl of that age.

Trudy's thought were broken as she came back to her, "Its perfect, it will take our furniture and its close enough for all our needs, we will take it." Trudy's heart jumped at the thought of money just at the right time, she had just had a demand from the loan company.

The woman more pushed Trudy rather then walked her down the stairs, then with out being asked marched in to Trudy's lounge.

Her large frame sank in to Trudy's chair, "Right Mrs. Wainright this is what we will do, we will move the furniture in tomorrow, you can have an unsigned cheque, which I will sign on completion," though she wasn't supposed to Trudy heard the husband mutter, "Been ripped off by rich cunts like you before," the woman continued, "Then one every month, how's that sound?"

Much as Trudy wanted the money up front a bird in the hand was worth more to her, so although it was through gritted teeth, she did not like this family, she said yes.

When Bob phoned Trudy put on a really happy voice she didn't want him to know her real feelings, he was delighted and said he would meet them as soon as he got back.

She went to bed that night with fear etched in to her mind.

Trudy woke with a start, it was a lorry, she put on her housecoat and went to find out what all the commotion was about, it was the Morgan's furniture already.

By the time she had dressed the two boys were already moving stuff up the stairs, she tried to protest but Darlene had a cheque in her hand and thrust it a Trudy, she laughed as she said, "There you are Mrs. Wainright unsigned as agreed."

Trudy shrank back in to her apartment, as she made coffee the noise upstairs was horrendous, no carpet echoed every footstep. It was two in the afternoon when she heard the wagon and car move away; the silence was deafening.

She lay back on her settee, brushed a few crumbs from her blouse, straightened her pleated skirt and checked if her nylons weren't laddered before bringing her feet up, stretching out and relaxing.

She had drifted in to a disturbed sleep when a knock on the door woke her up with a start, she cursed, "Not twice in one day," she got up and went to the door.

"Mrs. Trudy Wainright?" a little man in a gray suit asked.

"Yes," Trudy smiled at least it wasn't a Morgan, "May I help you?"

"I'm from Orion Loans, I think we should continue this in private," Trudy's heart sank as she stood back to let him enter.

He dropped the folder on the coffee table; she smiled a very nervous smile, "Coffee?"

He didn't smile but said, "Yes, black no sugar."

As she went to the kitchen he watched her, he pert round ass naturally swayed, the black pleated skirt just above the knee made her slim, well shaped legs look perfect in the little court shoes and for a women in her mid thirties, you could tell she had not had children, her tiny waist did the tight blouse justice.

He sat on the settee; as she returned he took interest in the front view he was not disappointed, her flat tummy and that blouse fitted nicely over a pair of well shaped 36 inchers and then he took real notice of her face, she was pretty, a full pink coloring and full red lips, oh yes a really attractive full bodied woman put coffee on the table before him.

She sat opposite as he picked up the folder, he looked at her, worry written all over her face, "Now Mrs. Wainright, your seemed to have missed two payment and a third is due a week today, is this an oversight on you or your banks or is there some kind of problem?"

Trudy tried not to sound flustered, "Eeerr you see we have this cheque and my husbands pay is not due to the end of the month, of course then we will be able to start a payment and also reduce the outstanding arrears," she hoped she had sounded confident enough.

The was no emotion in his voice, "Well that doesn't sound promising, now you do know that I have the power to invoke a closure on this loan and to retrieve the money we can foreclose on the property, sell it and recoup our loses."

Trudy stood, No, no you can't take my house."

He didn't even look at her, "Yes I can, this house is the afore mentioned loans guarantee, therefore forfeit to any arrears on the loan and you did sign that three missed payment were subject to that clause, here's you and Mr. Wainright's signatures to that effect.

Trudy was losing it, "No, I mean yes but surely there is time, I mean I just need a couple more weeks and it could, I mean we could start to clear this, I mean," the little man stopped her, "I mean that in a couple of weeks this house could be sold, we only need to cover our costs, the loan company is not interested in value or profit, no this, at the money we need will go as a snip."

Trudy thought she heard him gloating at her misfortune, but she also knew he had the upper hand, "Look please can't you say we were out, or that you had made an agreement that was workable, please," she finished almost in tears, "I'm begging you."

His whole tone changed, "So you want me to drop myself in the shit so you can live in this posh house," Trudy spluttered, "I, I," he snapped back at her, "Don't interrupted me when I'm speaking, if you want to live beyond your means then tough shit when it goes ass shaped, I can't live in a place like this, yet you want me to jeopardize my life for you, for what?"

Trudy rung her hands, "There could be some money left over for your favor." He roared with laughter, "Left over, you can't even afford what you got let alone spare a few coins for me, come over here and stand in front of me."

Trudy felt as though she was being spoken to like a schoolgirl being dragged before the head master.

She rose and walked over to the settee, still ringing her hands she stood in front of the man.

The little man looked her up and down then spoke in a gentler way, "So what guarantee do I have that there will be money in it for me?"

She looked at him, "I give you my word."

He scoffed, "If you can't keep what you signed for than you can't keep what you speak for, no I want a sign and something today."

She quickly said, "What, what just say?"

He got out a note pad and wrote, I Trudy Wainright agree to pay Gerald Sinclair 10 of the total price of the arrears accumulated against my Orion loan on the last day of March 2004.

She took the pad and read it, "It seems a lot," his smug look said it all, "Not as much as losing this house," reluctantly she took the pen and signed.

She went to move, he snapped, "I didn't say you could move, now something may happen between now and then, so as I said, I need some good will today or this all goes bad again and I now have proof that you tried to bribe me, that's illegal."

She started to sob her lovely body shook, he smiled up at her, "Your body looks really good when it shakes, moves all the right things."

She blubbered, "Please I have nothing else, don't do this to me, what is it you want?"

His eyes locked on hers, "You want me to go away feeling happy don't you?"

Trudy nodded as he carried on, "Then you are going to clasp your hands behind your back and I'm going to do some feeling, then and only then I will go away happy and you will keep you house a little longer."

She looked at him in disbelief, "But no you don't mean, no I couldn't,"

He grabbed his folder, "Then sleep on the street or if I show them the bribe, sleep in a cell, I don't give a shit, I still get paid."

She quickly said, "No," then a quiet, "No," as she stood still and put her hands behind her back, clasping the wrist firmly.

He sat down, unbuttoned his jacket and pulled it off, he loosened his tie and looked up at the trembling beauty before him, "See you could, all the same you smart assed housewives, think your to good for the likes of us, well, we all have our day," he bent forward and placed his hands on both her knees, "And this is mine."

His eyes never left hers, he chuckled as a tear squeezed out of one, "Oh come on its not that bad, put it down to a necessary duty, and if your husbands away well may be you'll get off on it, a bit of rough feeling you up doesn't hurt, does it?"

His hands ran under the folds of her skirt, slowly up and down his palms caressing the sheer nylon, just stopping before the naked flesh of her thigh, he still tormented her, "Hold ups, pity I was hoping for a suspender belt, bet your were sussies for your husband."

Her body was in shock, standing there letting this little man touch her, her mind shut down, she never heard the creak on the stairs.

His hands now stroked the naked flesh of her thighs, "Smile at me, tell me you like it or I'll carry on doing this for a long time."

She wanted this to end, she smiled at him even gave a little giggle, told him it was nice and that she was enjoying it, hoping it would make him stop, but he didn't.

The back of his hand stroked over the panties just above her cunt, pushing his knuckle hard against her, she whimpered, "Please don't," he slid his hand between her legs rubbing the side of his forefinger over her slit his thumb pushing the material of her panties in to her hood.

"What's the point of having my hand up your skirt for a feel if I don't feel, now keep smiling, you will be when I've gone and your comfortable in your posh house."

His hands were now running over her ass, squeezing and pulling at the firm round globes, "Pull your skirt up, these panties fell really lacey, I want to see how sexy they are and tell me you want to do it for me and smile while your at it."

She swallowed hard and still with that silly smile said what she had been told, "Can I lift my skirt up, I bet you want to see my panties, there white lace and very sexy."

As she said it her hands felt for the hem of her skirt, she tried not to bend, his fingers had already found the crease of her ass cheeks and were pushing between.



She slowly pulled her skirt up, his eyes followed, taking in the stocking then the lace top, the expanse of naked creamy thigh before the white lace crotch of her panties, he whispered, "Keep going," soon the whole skirt was bunched around Trudy's waist.

He put his face close to her; he could smell her musk, his hands roaming all over the white pants, deliberately stroking the skin at the side of her crotch, he looked up at her, "You still smiling, you better be, by the way do you shave, its all clean around the bikini line?"

She kept the smile as she squirmed at his touch, "Just a little, we have a pool and it looks better with my swim-suite."

'I thought so, turn around lets see your ass it feels really firm."

As ordered she slowly turned her back on him, immediately he slid his hands up under her panties and stroked her naked skin, "Oh firm very firm, you're a good looking woman for your age especially when you smile."

She stood there holding her skirt around her waist, smiling, as this little pervert played with her ass. With out warning he grabbed the side and pulled her panties down to her knees, she kept quiet, hoping this must be the end of it.

His hand slipped between her legs again this time his fingers rubbed flesh, pink open flesh, "Turn around lets see the hair cut," slowly Trudy turned, "mmmm nice, just a line over a pink juicy slit."

His face was almost touching the slit when he suddenly looked up, she saw him and smiled quickly, "Good, lets see your tits, take your top off."

She went to protest but he had returned to touching her pubic hairs, she heard him say, "The quicker you do as your told the quicker I'm out of here."

She let go of the skirt, he moved his head and his hands folded around her, as she unbuttoned her blouse he unzipped her skirt, as he pulled it down to her ankles soon her blouse dropped to the floor, her bra followed and she stood again with her hands clasped behind her smiling at the man, he looked at the petrified beauty standing in just stockings with her panties stretched across her thighs, "mmmmm I can see how you ended up in a big house, any man would want to fuck you so you picked the rich boy."

She whispered, "Please have you finished," he smiled up at her, "Just a little longer, now kneel down so I can feel your tits, your nipples look interesting."

The words, just a little longer, brought a little hope to Trudy; she knelt in front of him his hands started to maul her breasts, he squeezed them in to cones, "Pull your nipples and look as though your enjoying it."

Again she was doing as she was told, pulling her nipples out as he mauled her tits flicking the nipple as she pulled at them, he put his hand on her head and stood up, "Just look at that bulge in my pants, now I can't go with that problem but I will go when you have solved the problem."

She tried to stand, objecting to his demand but he held her head down, "You don't have a choice, you will do as I want or I won't do what you want, you understand me."

Dejected and defeated she stopped struggling, her trembling hands reached for his zip, "Smile bitch."

It was almost impossible for Trudy to continue this sick perverted game but she was not in any position to argue, as her fingers pulled down his zip she smiled.

She heard him giggle as she pulled his cock out, then she slowly started to jerk him off. With a swift slap her hand was knocked away, "You got a mouth, use it,"

She looked up, "But I thought you were just going to feel," he laughed, "When your in the position I'm in, I get to feel the inside of your mouth with my dick, now suck me off."

The naked woman took the cock in to her mouth and started to lick the end; with out warning he viciously grabbed her head and rammed his cock to the back of her throat, "Don't piss me off Wainright I want a fucking blow job and I want a good one that means you take it all the way, now get it right and don't forget to fucking smile."

Trying to grin Trudy sucked on the cock in her mouth; he insisted she looked up at him as she sucked, "Play with your tits and look as though your enjoying it, I like my woman to enjoy their sex when I'm fucking their mouths."

Trudy tried to look as he wanted but he still wasn't happy, "Wainright you better get in to this or I'll bend you over that table and fuck your cunt and ass," suddenly Trudy was sucking hard, her tongue licking the underside of his cock and to her disgust, smiling while she mauled her tits for his viewing pleasure.

He pushed his hips in to her face, faster and faster, Trudy gagged as he pummeled his cock in to her throat, she tried to say no but the cock in her mouth stopped any audible cry until she was completely silenced by a mouth full of his filthy juice.

He pulled out as Trudy coughed out the little drops she hadn't swallowed. As she composed herself he whispered, "Now jump up and put your arms around me and kiss me like that was the greatest thing that had ever happened to you."

She stood put her arms around his neck and kissed him, he slavered in to her mouth, pushing his tongue in to hers, while his hands gripped her naked ass he wiped his sticky cock on her pubic hairs, he pulled away.

"O K Wainright, go clean yourself up, I'll let myself out, you have another month to put your life in order, you wouldn't want me back in a bad mood, I'd be after my money and I better get it or I'll bend you over that table a beat your ass, then when I'm through spanking it I'll fuck it, and it won't be no lovey, dovey husband fuck, no I'll screw you to the fucking floor, understand."

Trudy nodded to him, turned and moved quickly to her bedroom. As he zipped himself up, he heard a creak on the stairs; shrugging his shoulders he picked up his jacket, then his folder and left, whistling as he closed the door behind him.

Trudy spent the rest of that day and the next hiding in her apartment, she could hear the Morgan's as they moved and sorted out their new flat, all Trudy wanted was Bob home.

Bob got back on the Friday night; she was so pleased to be back in the safety of his arms.

It was Saturday morning and Bob, much against Trudy's better judgment, had asked the Morgan's for lunch, he thought it the best way to break the ice, nothing fancy just a light salad and a few fancies out by the pool.

Trudy was amazed at the transformation, they were so nice; the boys, Harry and Will were polite and the Charlene a picture of sweet innocents, even the fat gutted Olsen had smartened himself up.

Darlene gushed all over Bob, they all got on fine and they all agreed that by the end of the week the house agents would have all the contracts in place and the cheque would be cleared, Trudy went to bed that night happy and relieved.

Sunday came and went, a few jobs around the house for Bob then out in the sunshine for a drive, a picnic by the lake and home for a romantic dinner for two before a few hours of gently love making, Trudy trying to block out the memory of the last set of hands to play with her body.

Monday, after Bob went, was Trudy's go in to town day, she was getting fed up with all this time Bob was spending away but she knew he had to get used to the territory and the customers and he wanted to make the kind of impression that would mean promotion.

Tuesday was a hot, cloudless day; she looked at her watch, ten-o-clock and the pool beckoned. Trudy put on her bikini and grabbed a towel and a drink and went to the pool, she nearly dropped the glass when she saw Darlene spread out on a towel, "Hello dear, lovely day, thought I'd through a sickie and soak up a bit of sun."

Trudy looked at her lying there, her bathing suit did nothing for her she could see the hairs from under her armpits and the short curly mass on her inner thighs, she had noticed on Saturday that she had a hairy lip, how unladylike but she put a brave face on and smiled, at least it was company, if not the best.

She lay out, not to close but enough to be friendly and they chatted for about ten minutes when Darlene turned on her side and looked at Trudy, "You're a good looking woman."

Trudy embarrassed a little said, "Thank you."

Darlene said, "No, no I mean it, I bet you don't have any trouble in getting your husband to fuck you."

Trudy tried to ignore the question but she continued, "My husband hasn't fucked me for age's and I get so horny like I really need it, especially on days like this when I'm doing nothing, I don't get as lucky as you and get a man to come around and play with my cunt and tits."

Trudy sat up, "What, eerrr what do you mean?"

Darlene just laughed and said, "Just lay down, I know all about last Thursday."

Now very scared Trudy lay back down, Darlene moved a little closer, "Oh yes I watched the whole thing, you smiling and looking like you really enjoyed it, I thought you would have heard me when I went back up for Charlene's video camera, but you were far to busy enjoying yourself."

Trudy's brain raced, what was she to say, she couldn't tell her the real reason, what if she told Bob, her thoughts were interrupted as Darlene continued to taunt her.



Trudy was lost for words and Darlene knew it, she taunted her even more, "Your face was a picture as you stood there with your legs open smiling at him and I bet he was smiling while he had his finger's up your cunt."

Darlene could see Trudy was reeling with what she knew and carried on in for the kill.