We were broke, very, very broke. Overdrafted to the eyeballs, credit cards to their limit and the mortgage three months behind. We were at the stage where we were wondering how we had got into this mess and where the next weeks groceries were going to come from. There did not seem to be any end of the tunnel and a light was out of the question.nnThis is why I looked at the email, even though I knew it was just spam. The subject line promised a thousand pounds for one hours work. When I opened it I was not totally surprised by the content, I had seen others like it but had just deleted them. That was before and this was a very poor now.nn"Would you watch you wife get fucked for a thousand pound?" it asked. A thousand pounds would sort out our most pressing problems, and for a moment I considered the question.nnI was just about to hit the delete button when Alex looked over my shoulder and said "A thousand pounds!, wow, we could do with that."nnThe delete button never got pushed. "Would you even consider it?" I asked.nn"For a thousand pounds I'd watch you get fucked!" she replied.nn"Are you sure?" I asked, and suddenly we were not joking.

He calls me cunt because that's all I am to him. A cunt for him to do as he pleases with. I have no name, I have no face, I have no purpose but to serve him.nn"Cunt!" he yells through the house. "Get your slutty little twat over here."nnI scuttle into the kitchen where he stands, looking at me with disapproval. "What the hell is this?" he demands. I look around but am uncertain to what the problem is. Everything looks to be in place.nnHe grabs my hair and yanks my head downward. "This," he tells me, showing me the scuff marks on the floor. "Get down there and clean this shit up." Then he throws me to the ground, smushes me to the ground with his booted foot, and throws a wet rag on top of my naked body.nnI don't wear clothes around the house, I'm not allowed. I am a cunt and that's all I am- so why would I cover that up? Why would I be modest? I do as my master tells me to and parade my shaved cunt around wherever I go. He tells me several times a day that it's the only piece of me worth a dime.

A few minutes later found Carly with Paco's tongue down her throat. She was trying to push him away and ended up pushing her body more into his.nn"Stop fighting it," Paco said when he let up to allow her some air. "You know you want it." nn"No, I don't" Carly protested, just before his mouth covered hers again. His hand slid to her left tit. He squeezed and palmed it making Carly moan against his mouth. And then he turned cruel, painfully fondling it. To Carly's surprise and everlasting shame, she was quite turned on. She closed her eyes tightly when he released her mouth and looked down at her. She felt him look at her ripe body with a scorching gaze, and then she felt him inch down the cup of her bra from her right breast. Her breath came out in little gasps as the cold air tightly ruched her nipple. Paco leaned down and took the tiny warm tip into his mouth and sucked. Oh, how he loved the feel and shape of a woman's nipple, especially when the gasped when he chewed on them, like this Carly would when he chewed on hers. He palmed her other tit as he suckled on her right one, alternating between strong pulls and short ones.nnCarly tried to fight her arousal but she couldn't. Her breasts had always been her little hot spot and having him suck on her nipples was turning her on! As if he'd read her mind, Paco's other hand drew down the bra from her other tit and palmed it, testing its weight as he sucked on her right one. And then he switched and Carly gasped loudly.nn"Like that, do you?

"23, what a meaningless birthday," I chuckle to myself as I drive back from dinner. A few close friends had been kind enough to surprise me and kidnap me for dinner and drinks. Being that the big 2-3 fell on Mother's Day this year, it was especially surprising; I figured everyone would have plans. nn"Good thing it's early," I whisper under my breath; they kept feeding me drink after drink. Not that I minded, of course -- it's nice to be waited on once a year! Unfortunately I can't help but feel a little empty, this being the first single birthday in years. The rest of this night is sure to be just slightly less eventful than years past, I think, as I push the key into the lock.nnIt almost turned out to be a night as unexpected as dinner was. I've met an amazing woman online, and we have been chatting, phoning, and emailing back and forth for many months. When she found out my birthday was a week away and on a Sunday, she joked about coming to visit, but after the joking we found that the idea had us both very excited. So plans were made, and we were both very excited. She wasn't very sure when she was going to be arriving, so I left a key in the plant just in case I was not home.nnUnfortunately when Rachel realized it was Mother's Day, she had to cancel. I wasn't mad; how could I be? I was mad that I didn't get to see my mom today! But there was disappointment for us both; we had become close, and actually spending time together -- regardless of what happened -- would have been wonderful. We both hoped we could reschedule soon.nnAs I walk though the empty house, the dog jumps up to greet me. "Can't beat that enthusiasm," I say as I pick her up. I put down the dog, throw my jacket over a chair, and turn on the TV.