She owned three hair salons in town. They did well for themselves and lived in a nice mansion on Brockton’s mostly white and secluded West Side. Hen...y had a life I could only dream of. My parents, certified public accountants Frederic and Elsie Celestin live in Avon. They haven’t spoken to me ever since I told them I was gay, during the summer after I graduated high school. I’m dead to them, I guess. It’s funny. My sister Hannah Celestin is currently locked up at a women’s prison in Framingham. “There’s a squat down the street – take her there but no one touch her ass – Big Jack is going first again. You can all go slops – and get it all on film – we can make some dollars.”I was too dazed to fight – tears were useless – my fate was sealed. These men had raped me taking my virginity – filling my mouth and pussy with their filthy cum and now my anus was to be the next victim. I wished I had died with my parents – maybe if I fought back they would kill me and then I could be reunited. A quick phone call to 911 and he was soon led from the store, his hands newly adorned with shiny cuffs."Why are you thanking me, Mrs. O'Connor?" Because," she said, and then began to cry like a baby, "because the arrest scared the hell out of him. He's been clean and sober for eighteen months, something neither my bum of a husband nor I have been able to do for years."Bum of a husband, that's what she said. And she can't stop crying. Damn, I'm gonna fuck this one."Mrs. O'Connor, why don't you. Alan groaned.“And you quite like the idea of me getting a big, thick black cock too.”She sensed that he was getting into the fantasy now. “Perhaps he might let you watch us sometime,” she said softly. “You would like that wouldn’t you; being sat in the corner of the bedroom watching him fuck me? Watching him fill me with his cum and then making you clean me up afterwards.”He groaned very loudly. Her hand had tightened now and she was vigorously masturbating him. There was no point in stopping.