Kev was proud of the husband he has become because of him marrying a "good girl," and we remained friends because his wife only knew my academic side ...nd never came across the freak.The "go fuck my wife" part of his thinking was probably fueled by his watching a generous couple earlier in the night at the adult theater who gave all the guys a good show. I drove us there after the game was a blowout on the possibility of some "gift head" but it was a slow night from what a customer told me. The. “How about a kiss?” Dave asked. He pushed his fingers into the hair at the back of my head. “Before you get a face full of spunk,” he added.I worked at him as we kissed, with the head of that cock halfway along my forearm, excitement making my pussy even wetter.Someone lifted the chemise and breathed a sigh.“Fuck, yeah,” I heard.Lips kissed my left buttock, anonymous fingers sliding through my labia.“She’s wet as fuck … It’s like she’s pissed herself.”“Oh,” I said in response. I disengaged from. .. throbbing... burning... How could any human beings be so vilely cruel?And this indecent nakedness... these chains... the rough bench on which she lay. Oh dear God... how could it all be happening to her? How how... HOW?Yet it was... yet it was...And, deep inside herself, Maria cringed at the memory of those two young male brutes. So obscenely virile. So conquering and violent in their assaults. r****g that woman. Upon orders. The sight and the sound of that was etched vividly on Maria’s. That and, maybe, plant some drugs in Clete's office at the local station. Get him sent away for twenty and send him Christmas cards every year. Yeah, good idea." Billy began to laugh. It was the manic laugh of a nervous personality driven by grief for the death of his brother, unobservant of the fact that that brother was a source of misery in a miserable world and worse than worthless in this community of decent, religious people.When they arrived at the Buchanan mansion in the hills outside.