“It certainly doesn’t prove anything.”He adjusted the brim of his hat as he nervously looked around the park.“One source never proves anything...” the reporter said. “But it may collaborate with what I already know.”“It’s not safe to publish,” the man said, leaving the contents of the plain manilla envelope on the park bench between them. “It never is.”“Chester, I’m serious, the campus, it’s not the same, they’ve… “ the man started to babble, the horror of what was happening threatening to spill. "I followed her into the kitchen and just stood there. She handed me a glass of iced tea and I mumbled "thank you." No, it's you we should thank." Her eyes were bright blue and her smile was mesmerizing. "I'm Jen." Again I stood there mute. Finally she prompted, "And you are..." Sorry. Steve. I'm Steve. And my wife is Barb."She asked me a few questions about the neighborhood and I managed to give 2 or 3 word answers. As time passed, I finally noticed that Bob wasn't with us. "I should go back. “Come on into the bedroom” one of them said, and gently took me by the arm. The bedroom was spotless, with pure bright sunlight coming through a ceiling window. The only strange detail was the pair of leather manacles attached to the bed frame, which were now being strapped around my wrists. I made no move to escape. By now, I was totally in their power. Any ideas about taking control were gone.Pretty soon, the guys were taking turns fucking me. They made me lie face down on the bed, then. I was hard again, and went ahead and ordered some porn movies for us to watch. I think Greg got weirded out again by this, because this was new to him again. I figured he would be use to our naked sexuality by now, but he obviously wasnt. He got up and said, It looks like you are ready to fuck her again. I never pass up on a great piece of pussy, especially one that is as perfect as Teresas. I got on top of her and started to fuck her again and Greg went and sat back down in the recliner and.