"Yeah," he continued. "Bob talked all day about what a hot ass you have and how he'd like to f**k you. It was pretty funny we all laughed about it."
I could feel my ears burning and my p***y get damp.
"Oh by the way," he said. "Bob asked if he could come over for dinner one night. I invited him for Thursday. I said I'd have to check with you first."
I wanted to say no. I didn't want that man leering at me in my house, but that's not what came out.
"That sounds fun," I said.
In reality it sounded a little scary, a little exciting. How much could he do in the safety of my home? If it got out of hand I'm sure Gary would stop him. On the other hand. I remember how dirty I felt when he talked about me and when he pulled my skirt up.
Every day Gary would come home and tell me that Bob aske
