It was a normal Saturday afternoon. My husband was in his study and I was doing laundry. I was in my usual weekend run-around clothes, so I was wearing a loose tank top, no bra, and running shorts. I’m a curvy woman, with 37EE tits, a medium waist, and a shapely butt. So when I run around the house on weekends, my boobs bounce and jiggle as I move through the house doing housework, cooking, etc. Today was no different.
Around noon, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, there were two very rough looking men there. One was medium height, and seemed to have the presence of a “man in charge”; the other was a bigger, stoic man, who appeared to be a protector of some sort. I got the immediate impression that he was the shorter man’s “muscle”.
Well, as you’re about the find out, my instincts turned out to be right.
The ‘boss’ said he wanted to speak with my husband, so I turned to the back of the house and called to him, “Bob, there’s someone at the door for you.”
The two men came into the foyer without my inviting them, which surprised me, but I didn’t think much of it. As Bob came from the study in the back of the house, I turned and was going to return to my laundry task, but the ‘boss’ grabbed my arm and said, “no, you stay here”.
When Bob saw who was in the foyer, he looked like he was going to be sick. He said, “Eddie – what are you doing here?”
“You owe me $50,000, Bob. With the vig, it’s up to $70,000 now. You were supposed to pay by last Tuesday. What did you think I‘d do when you didn’t pay on time? Just send you an email? I’m here to help you figure out how you’re going to pay me what you owe.”
As he spoke, he nodded to the big guy next to him, who walked over to Bob, and casually punched him in the gut. Bob doubled over and actually fell to a knee, retching and struggling for breath. The big guy pulled him up by his shirt collar and threw him into a chair in the family room.
While this was going on, Eddie was pulling me by my arm into the family room, and pushed me onto the couch, where he held my right arm tightly, keeping me sitting very close to him, as he stood next to the couch.
“I don’t like having to track you slugs down when you owe me money”, Eddie said. “I want the $70 grand you owe me. Now. If you don’t pay me what you owe me, there will be repercussions.”
As he said this, he took his left hand and reached inside my tank top and began squeezing my right breast. I jumped and tried to push his hand away, but he held me tightly to my seat on the couch. He nodded to the big guy again, and he punched Bob in the stomach again. Bob doubled over, coughing and wheezing. At the same time, Eddie pinched my nipple very hard, and I cried out in surprise and pain.
“Couple of things”, Eddie said. “First what’s your name?” he said to me. “Colleen”, I replied.
“OK, Colleen, the next time you resist me or struggle, Bob’s going to be punished. The second time you do it, YOU’RE going to be punished…..and then Bob’s going to be punished. Do you understand?”
“OK, now that we’re clear.” He turned back to Bob, and began asking when and how he was going to get the $70 grand he was owed. As he did this, he reached back into my tank top and began squeezing and massaging my big tits, occasionally pulling on the nipples. This time he was gentler with the nipples, which made his attention to my breasts much more tolerable.
Bob indicated he needed to move assets around, but could have the money in about 1 week. Eddie nodded at the big guy again, who punched Bob on the side of the head, knocking him out of the chair and onto the floor.