Hope for the future.Over the past two months, the study portion of my room had been taken over by home planning. Rachel still had a drafting table set...up and many of our original sketches and drawings of the property in Bloomington were stacked or rolled up around it. Courtney's computer occupied a long folding table with another half dozen folding chairs set around it for our study sessions. My Mac was on my desk along with its printer. In the corner, my file cabinet was now half filled with. Aimee napped while we were away, and when we returned, we had a family lunch.The rest of the day was spent relaxing until our friends began arriving for Guys’ and Girls’ Nights. I got the kids settled with Shanita and Kayla, then headed back to the house for an evening of poker, bourbon, and conversation.May 8, 1994, Chicago, Illinois“How is this going to work?” Jessica asked at lunch.“We’ll wait until about 1:15pm, then have everyone come downstairs. There are enough towels and robes for those. There I saw an angle of beauty. It was his wife Roshny who came from India almost 2 days ago. And my sir introduced me to her. She is well educated. Let me describe about her. She is 25 years old 5.7 ft tall and she is fair with very sexy boobs. Not so big and not so small. And a good round shaped ass. She is having very long hair and sexy glasses. But at first I didn’t notice it much because I don’t want any complaints against me. So I was a good boy at that time.So few days went by, My timing. She just wanted this ordeal to be over. Unfortunately for her, Markus Falcone had much more deviant plans for her. “Aw, you wanna me to keep going huh? No problem you little slut!” Markus replied to the girls whimper and slowly resumed pumping his thick cock inside of her, quickly eliciting a small moan from the girl. “Aaaaammmmph~!” the young vigilante girl moaned and squealed into the gag. She hated how the cock of the criminal scum made her feel but there was little she could do. As hard.