My daughter had gone back over to Michelle's. I wanted, with every fiber of my being to forbid it, but I couldn't. I would have had no reason. I still...hadn't decided how I was going to deal with all this. My stomach burned as I sat there, just imagining what was happening. As the images played in my head, I got madder and madder. I focused on the thought of my daughter wrapped in her i****tuous lesbian threesome, and after some time I began to feel something besides anger. My stomach felt. .some one wanted to fuck and I was their chosen partner. I also knew that if I did not show up I would probably get my butt kicked after school or my awful secrete would get told. Dutifully I manage to stealthily make my way to the gym and into the darken locker room. As soon as I had eased the door closed Charlie seized me by the collar and asked '...nobody saw you come down here...' Fearfully I answered '...I sneaked around the building and came in the back way...' Charlie let go of my shirt. He stopped, flipped me over holding onto my ankles and legs and he pounded me silly for another 20 minutes. I was becoming delirious and at his mercy. Finally his body stiffened and he cried out groaning and he shot load after load up my canal. He jerked and jerked, emptying his balls. He finally was finished and I was spent physically as well. He let go of my legs and I just lay there on his bed, leaking gobs of his love juices.Mike then lied down beside me and he kissed me on the lips. We. We have a layover and I'd love to go."Mark answered him. "Tonight they're singing at a club. The big concert is tomorrow." That's too bad. I fly again in the morning. Any chance of getting into the club." I know it's by the owner's invitation," Mark answered. Looking at the phone in the back of the seat ahead of him. "If I could make a call, maybe I could arrange it." The pilot whipped out his credit card and ran it through the reader, handing the handset to Mark.When Sonja answered, Mark asked.