I held his face in my hands, kissing him back. I missed the feel of his lips, tears still falling from my eyes. He stopped, looking at me. ‘Come bac... to me, Jakkilynn. Come back to love. I want you back.’ He said, tears in his beautiful blue eyes. ‘I love you and I want you back too, John. I’ll never let you go again.’ I said, wiping the tears from his eyes and kissing him. Almost instantly, I felt like all the weight on my shoulders had fallen off and I’d been given a second chance at. It was still rape because I didn’t willingly consent. Kevin may be a sophomore in college, and he may be my son’s best friend but the controlling son of a bitch still raped me! Even if I liked it I was raped. Even if I had gotten down on my knees and begged him to fuck me, it still would have been rape. The whole thing had been meticulously planned too. He admitted to having had dreams and fantasies about me. He planned to rape me, the little son of a bitch choreographed the whole thing.Now. We washed the wine glasses. Fran found an apron that Kyle should use when he used the barbecue grill. She waved it at him saying, “Wearing this should prevent an accident that could make our all night activates less comfortable for you.”“When you are ready to start the barbecue we will start warming the garlic bread.”Kyle wanted to wait “perhaps an hour or so” before starting dinner. ‘Frolic’ described our late afternoon outdoor playtime. In and out of the pool. Believe it or not the ‘in and. I reached over and pushed her coat open. She had on a bra with matching thong panties. I slapped her face and barked "Oh, you want to be defiant tonight? Okay, I'll teach you." I could see her tremble but she stayed quiet. Instead of driving to the hotel where I had planned to go, I detoured to a local bar called the "players lounge". It's a strip club filled with horny men with huge cocks and lots of money. It was Friday night so I knew the place would be packed. I ordered Kandi out of the car.