. And... It's gotta be him!- I thought. I got up and gasp! "it's him! But before we try to prove it! We have to think of a plan," I said. She held...my hand. "I got an idea! Well, did he talk?" she asked. I replied "yes but in a deep voice tone" well maybe that was his rape voice tone, and if I plant a recorder in his room, go to the same place he got you and have him rape me and I'll find a way for him to talk and bring the recorder to you and you will determine if it's him" she said... . Almost immediately after they met, Sandy and Marilyn were in love and in heat. Marilyn was in our room every night, and now, instead of listening to Sandy jerking off, I had to listen to the two of them screwing, with him grunting and her moaning and yelling, and the bed straining. And, in case you’re wondering, sometimes they left the light on. It was a sight not to be believed, with her riding on top of him yelling about how good it felt, her dirty zit-covered boobs flopping around, or with. Tonight eight had gathered, nine if Tony was included, but his role was not intended to be one of participant, this time.He watched as one of the female members, Linda, ran her fingers up and down the crack in Virginia’s spread cheeks, her fingers probing her pussy lips as Virginia softly gasped at the intrusion. Linda was a redhead, in real life known as a ‘captain of industry’ and could be ruthless in her business dealings. In truth, that could apply to them all, but Tony knew her weakness. I did what he asked and we were soon in his truck heading out someplace. I didn't even ask. I knew better. I was surprised when we pulled into the diner where my mom worked. Part of it is the diner and the rest is a truck stop. Only a small hallway separates them and the only restrooms are between them. He drove to the store side and turned off the engine."There's your first trick," he said pointing to a trucker filling his tank wearing a cowboy hat and tight jeans. I looked at Ronnie hoping he.