Every way I turn, Cheryl´s there. We first met over the garden fence, we I first moved in to our current house. An edgy young girl, newly wed with a soft Scottish accent, a wicked eye for saucy detail, and a young baby girl hanging off her tits.
We soon became friends and drinking buddies, gossiping about the immoral doings of the suburban sluts around us. Soon it became clear that Graham, her husband was beating her. I suggested the admin job at me school as a way of getting her out of the house more.
It worked to build up Cheryl´s self-confidence a bit, but Graham can still easily undermine her.
I'm not really sure why it took so long for us to have sex together. She's pretty enough. Perhaps she was too willing a victim. Though I have a dom side, I don't like pathetic pincushions.
So it was her daughter, Ellis, who developed a crush on me, that broke the ice – coming on to me in way you wouldn't expect an eleven year-old to know, unless they'd already had sex elsewhere.
So once I twigged that Graham was an abuser as well as a bully it became easy to dig the truth about their little family sex games pretty easily. Though I kicked myself for not putting two-and-two together sooner. I mean, you'd have thought I could of guessed!
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