I even called a cab for him, but that bastard will never be in my home again.’ I heard Lynne coming up the hall, and stepped away from Erin. Lynne r...unded the corner, saw Erin, and came to an abrupt halt, obviously having heard what Erin had said.. ‘Oh Christ. Erin how can you ever forgive me for what I did. I didn’t want it, I didn’t mean it, it just happened. I’ve screwed up my marriage and now yours.’ Erin was silent for a few moments. Then she smiled, and reached out and hugged Lynne.. Max did too and I kept saying ‘nice and warm’ through my laughter until we were both cackling inanely and laughing until it hurt. As so often happened with me and Maz our hilarity led to another bout of energetic sex. Mother nature’s way of shutting us up, I guess. ~~ My agent, Felicity (Flick) Caterham had asked me, well commanded me to attend at her office. Her new right-hand woman was what Flick’s sister, my best mate Lilly would have called exotic. She was tall, extremely beautiful, Indian. R approached me at a paddle club outing wanting to learn how to roll her kayak. I agreed to help her learn to roll, and it was a plus that we both lived on the same side of the city so the distance for us to meet was fairly close. We became sort of friends but never did anything outside of simply paddling together. We did seem to have a strong bond, and sort of clicked personality wise. One Saturday I picked R up at her home to go paddle a lake we had talked about visiting. We loaded the boats. This time much harder. As he fucked me he kept saying “You’re so much better than my wife. Fucking dirty whore!”.Daddy Jake came again.He left me on the tables moaning and squirming.He came back a couple of minutes later and carried me to his living room. Put me on the sofa and once again FUCKED me.At this point is became clear that daddy Jake was going to fuck me in all the rooms of his house.He fucked me for hours.With the last room being the master bedroom.Daddy Jake fucked me the hardest on.