In that regard, he felt he was repeating some of his mother's mistakes. Since it had turned out so poorly for her, he had no justification to believe ...hat it would work out better for him.He had found some positive things about his current life too. He liked California, he liked his condo, he liked having enough money to be able to make choices in how he lived. He liked being independent, answerable only to himself. His life wasn't bad really, it just wasn't happy. He had been very happy at. This was getting good and I was having fun teasing him. He was on the edge and wanted to grab my head but I brushed his hands away. I started to deep throat him and I could feel him getting harder and swelling. I knew I was going to be gagging on a big load soon.Just then the door knocked and I stopped. Both of us startled out of our bliss as we did not expect anyone to visit. He pulled his pants back on and I went to my room. I heard another man's voice and comments about the fun. The front. But forget about that, how would you like to go to a party at my brother's frat house tomorrow night?" Sure thing... college guys eh? Maybe we get lucky"Friday night Kathy and Carol arrived at the frat house. It was mobbed with coeds. After getting some drinks Carol told Kathy she was going to find her brother. Carol downed a few more beers to get her courage up and spotted him in a corner talking to a rather tall black guy wearing a basketball tank top. Carol ducked into a closet and came out. “Ugh, probably begging for money. Unless he is here for us?” she implored her sister to stop hurling insults and eavesdrop on them.Matthew and Patenaude discussed the fate of two women hanging in the barn-like they were livestock. Their ample well-whipped buttocks were still dripping with sweat from a long beating.“Don’t get worked up, Matthew. Finish your work and offer it to God in appeasement of his rightful wrath that is crushing because of the crimes of these two women,” Patenaude demanded.