THE DEBT SOLUTION SPECIALIST 
CHAPTER 4

He started to kiss her deeply forcing his tounge into her mouth, had the situation been different his gentle caressing of her breasts and passionate kissing would have felt good wonderful even but all Sally felt was a stomach knotting revulsion and fear, lots of fear. After a few minutes he pulled his mouth back from hers, continuing to caress and massage her tits, they felt firm against the palm of his hands but he knew that that was only caused by the over tight bra, he was fully aware that at her age once they were released from their confinement one thing her flabby D cup tits would not be was pert.
"Did your husband kiss you like this?" he asked, "s-sometimes" she lied, of course they had kissed but her husband had never pressed his mouth so hard against hers he had always been very gentle with her and she had never had her mouth so deeply probed and horribly filled with someone else's tounge as now. "And did he touch your breasts like this" he asked, "s-sometimes" she lied again, both Sally and her dead husband had been very timid and reserved sexually and their foreplay, like their intercourse had been more functional than anything else, he may have caressed her breasts briefly, more because they both felt that was expected than from any lust for her body, but never for as long and despite the fact that she was not at all aroused by the disgusting mans touch, she had to admit not as well as the obviously far more experienced Fuller did.
Fuller started to kiss and suck her neck and pushing the collar of her blouse out of the way with his nose the top of her shoulder, again had this been any other man in any other situation it would have been arousing ( not that Sally would have known that) but not now, not with him. "Did he kiss your breasts" he asked between placing warm kisses on her neck and shoulders, "no" she answered truthfully this time, Fuller noted her neck was reddening quickly as he knew without even asking she was not becoming aroused she obviously found his questioning incredibly embarrassing, he had planned to stop at that point but as she seemed to find the questions so uncomfortable he decided to continue a little longer. 
" Oh really, how odd, he must have kisssed your 'flower' though and I'm sure that you had his willy in your mouth plenty of times didn't you"' he said rhetorically,
"NO NEVER!" despite her situation she was shocked by the suggestion that either she or her husband would ever do anything so dirty and disgusting as that.
Both Sally and her husband had been raised by strict Christian parents the only thing either of them had been taught about sex , neither having been allowed to attend sex education classes at school, was that it was an unpleasant act that god expected them to endure for the purpose of procreation.
Fuller was genuinely surprised that Sally a woman of nearly 50 years old could be so sexually inexperienced and that she was so prudish as to believe that sex was not something one should take pleasure from, all she had to do was tell him that her children had been adopted and that her hymen was still in tact and she would be perfect. He chuckled to himself again well the remit of her sexual experience was about to expand rapidly, far beyond that of even adventurous decent people but at least he would not steal away her belief that sex was not in any way good or enjoyable, for her anyway, she would however learn just how painful and destructive a mans lust could be for a woman.
"How old were you when he took your cherry he asked" he enjoyed using the childish words for body parts and sex acts it seemed to increase the wrongness of what he was doing, " I bet you were about the same age as the girl in my film weren't you?"' he added. She had already told him she and her husband had got married on the day of her 22nd birthday so obviously he must already know the answer was 22,which was at least twice the age of that poor poor girl in he film he had forced her to watch, "NO" she said again in a shocked and disgusted voice, immediately she realised what a mistake that was and said " I I mmean nno ssir, It wwas the night of mmy twenty second birthday, on my hhoneymoon", the memories of that week spent in a Brighton guest house came unbidden to her mind, once they had got over the awkwardness of having sex on that first night, it had only happened on that first night by unspoken mutual agreement as neither of them particularly felt comfortable with 'dirty stuff', they were much happier once they realised neither of them had the desire to repeat the act more often than was necessary to give them a family,they had had a wonderful week.
Fuller gave her breasts one final squeeze just, but only just, enough to cause her some small amount of pain then turned and went back to sit on the sofa. He allowed an uncomfortable silence to develop again while he leared at her still clothed body,  knowing how the waiting, unknowing of what he would want to do next would only increase her anxiety. After a few minutes had passed she started to look really uncomfortable he suspected, correctly , that the diuretic she had taken earlier would be adding to the discomfort the silence was causing her as her bladder filled, he also suspected again correctly that despite the pain her need to urinate was causing her she would not know how to approach with him the subject of her rapidly increasing need to use the toilet.
"I think" he said "it's time I had a proper look at you, take off your leggings and then your blouse please....as I actually quite like watching a fat bitch like you strip there's no need for you to rush" as he was speaking he had once again taken his penis out of his trousers and began to masturbate once more, despite his previous statement he was going to have to cum soon, he had held back for longer than he had ever done with any of his victims before and his balls were starting to ache like a bastard.
As it happened there had been no need for him to tell Sally not to rush as the violent shaking that affected her hands meant she could barley get a grip of her blouse buttons with her chubby little fingers.
"I said leggings first you fucking stupid cunt, are you as deaf as you are ugly" he said in an off hand way, " and put your shoes back on before you take off your blouse please"
Doing as she was told she slowly slipped her cheap black leggings down th her ankles then off completely revealing her overly chunky fat legs, Fuller could just see the very bottom of the gusset of her soft white cotton granny knickers below the hem of her blouse, a pleasant little teaser he thought.
Slipping her tiny but chubby size 3 feet back into the cheap plastic high heel shoes she  raised her trembling hands to her chest and once again started to fumble awkwardly with the buttons of the tacky screen printed black polyester blouse.
Although he was now very keen to see the obese woman stood nervously in her bra and panties Fuller was more than happy to sit stroking his rock hard cock while Sally, looking embarrassed and scared, struggled desperately to undress herself for him. She was actually rather enchanting to watch the more she struggled with her blouse the more stressed she got, the longer she took the more scared at how Fuller would react to the delay in her revealing her underwear to him, the more stressed and scared she got the harder she found it to control her hands and so on. Fully aware of the effect it would have on the terrified woman Fuller began to drum his fingers on the arm of the sofa mimicking impatience although he was actually enjoying the show immensely, the frustration and fear started to show and she started making soft little snorting noises  from her little pug nose which he new would soon become another sexy bought of sobbing.
Eventually panic set in and Sally started to yank at her blouse finally after several attempts manging to send the buttons flying with a desperate grunt and then a loud sob of relief. She let the shiney polyester garment slip down her ample arms and fall o the floor. By now her tears were in full flood running down her slightly podgy cheeks and dripping off her double chin onto her big floury tits then running into her deep cavernous clevage or soaking into the lacey uppper cups of her large but not quite large enough sensible 'extra support' white bra. Fuller also noticed Sally now stood with her legs tightly crossed and she was slightly stooped forward, with an obvious look of exterme discomfort on her face, He liked her 'crying in pain' face a weak, broken, fragile face vunerable and defenceless ripe for raping he would enjoy seeing plenty of that over the next 40 hours.
"You seem to be in some discomfort dear lady" fuller said,
"I..I'm sorry bbut I really need to go to the bathroom" she replied
"why" ,
"Well I need too you know.......I need a wee wee" she finally responded
"Oh I see, well you can wait alittle longer I'm sure, besides you wouldn't want me to think you were trying to avoid getting that rather lovely rack of yours out for me would you, so stand up straight legs apart and loose the bra" Fuller instructed, 
Much as he enjoyed dragging things out, which is why he always insisted on full weekends Friday night until Monday morning for this sort of fun, much as he loved to see fat mature women in plain white cotton underwear and black high heels it was time to get this fat cunt naked and start to move things along a bit.
Sally stood as she was told tensing her age weakend pelvic floor muscles as much as she could hoping she could hold on to her water and reaching around her broad but still feminine back she undid the double clasp of her bra letting it slide down her arms and join her leggings and blouse on the floor at her pudgy sexy little feet.
Her large boobs sagged down resting on her on to her big round belly, for some reason he had expected her to have large dark nipples but they were in fact small , considering the size of her breast, and pink and rather cute, her arms were chunky and her bingo wings were still filled with fat rather than the bags of of skin and lumps of grissle they would become in a few years time, her legs were also thick and chunky but as with the rest of her body and especially suprising for a woman of her age they had that sexy curvyness some obese women have. Fuller had slowed and finally stopped wanking feeling he was getting a little to close to the edge, it was time to decide whether his first load was going in her or on her. It was just at that point that Sally's bladder could stand no more and finally released it's chemically induced contents.
Now unable to control herself any longer she was in full flow, Sallys piss ran down her big fat thighs pouring down her chubby calves and showering the floor from where her thighs met the tops of her knees and formed a ridge. The warm yellow pee puddle in and around the now very shiney black high heels soaking into her discarded clothes and  forming a golden pool around her, the piss was also visably soking in to her big knickers as the stain of her water was risng up through them
The scene was too much for Fuller and realising that he could hold on no longer he jumped up crossed the room and grabbing his cock finished himself off shooting his load all over the crying pissing womans fat pale rounded belly.

