That night we had a date-night planned. She came back as usual late from office. I was waiting for her till she is back. Once she was home, I left for...her place. Picked up some lilies, packed some snacks for the night out. It was around 11 pm. Its very late, but I was in no mood to delay ‘it’ further. We had talked very often over our sex-chats, how I would love her to open her apartment door for me just in her short sleeveless tees and tiny panties. I was wishing that as I walked up to her. And the final straw: allowing me to share the walking of my daughter down the aisle when she married her young man. And the killer in that? It was clear to me that my daughter was okay with their plan. That one still rankles.”“Hmm, yes I understand, but you might have been better served to stay and battle it out if that’s the right term,” she said. “Hey maybe they had other reasons for acting the way they acted.”“Can’t imagine what any such might have been,” I said.The work days were long, but. And I got it. At one point on my walk of shame, a car pulled over with two men in the front. When they pulled over, the guy in the passenger side jumped out, grabbed me, threw me in the backseat, and slid in beside me. Just like that. I had no time to think.The driver kept on driving. My backseat assailant's cock was out before I could even speak. He yanked my corset down to expose my big titties, pawing at them, roughly pinching my nipples. "Suck it, bitch. Suck my dick or I'll fucking kill. ” “Yes.” I managed as her toes pressed against the front of my pants and my growing erection. “Sometimes.” “I know how that feels.” Elena was having less trouble with words than I was. “A friend can be nice occasionally. An old friend… a new friend. It’s just nice sometimes.” “Very.” It was hard to be lucid as her foot massaged me. “Tell me,” Elena began, “what did you think of me when I was your teacher? Did you fantasize about me? What did you fantasize about?” I tried to relax and appear as.