” replied Rebecca.“And what kind of women are those?” asked a miffed Kerry.“They are women that work for us but don’t know it. They don’t ...et paid. Some do it for the thrill. Others do it to please their husbands.” Rebecca stated bluntly. “We have a network of women that men pay us to party with. Your mother and aunt are part of that group.”“The women think it is a swinger’s network where they can hook up, meet men and not be exposed. Most of them are conservative, church going, pillars of the. The instructor was a man in his forties and he was very correct, he examined my license and told me to get into the car, then he sighed and rolled his eyes, "In the driving seat please"Oops,"Pull up just inside the gate please" which I did,"Read me the registration of that blue car over there"He made notes,"Turn left and proceed up the road" Turn right at these traffic lights" When I drop my hand I want you to make an emergency stop as if a child has run out in front of you"I did,I had to do a. I wanted to say more like, my dick is so tired I was not sure it could ever get hard again or that my balls were so empty I was not sure they could ever produce kum again. I wondered if anyone had ever fucked himself to the grave. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I sat at the kitchen table, placing my arms on the table and resting my head on them, I promptly fell to sleep. Mother busied herself fixing dinner. When she was finished, she tried to wake me. She found I was feverish and refused to. I tried to scream but I was almost too scared to make noise and I was sure they were going to kill me.Mustafa had a gun to Michael's head, and he said if I did anything stupid and bit anyone again, or did anything at all other than serving them as their willing slave, than I would be widowed before I could even say boo.It was horrible, but I only went along with the niggers and was their slut to save Michael, and now he has the nerve now to say I loved it all because of all the times I came,.