I can check the tennis bag now. Karen listen to yourself. Do you actual think she is at the Libary? Karen Im sure she is out getting fucked. I cant be...ive you let her go the libary. I think she needs supervision. Dan she is 17 years old. We cant lock her in her room for ever. Dan wait here while I get the bag. All My God,All My God—- Dan look at this bag its so fucking huge. Karen these cant be all hers. Dan why would she keep someone eles old condoms. Dan when did you put her on the pill? I. We finally finished up around five-thirty. I left almost everything big and took very little of the valuable stuff. The truth was, I wasn't interested in trying to get back at her. I really wasn't interested in anything except getting out of there and starting my life over again. I took things that were mine or had significant value to me and left everything else for her to deal with. The last thing I did was leave her a note and pull out our wedding photo album. I put them both on the kitchen. I was enjoying my fingering and could feel the men behind me feel around my open crotch, I was wet and slippery, and expected the first cock to push in on my open pussy.My train of thought was disrupted as the woman out front shouted, 'I can feel her nipples hardening, I think she wants you to see them', and as she fondled her tits, the woman said yes, she wanted the men to see her, so without much ado, she was undressed all the way down to her stockings, her dress, brassiere and knickers were. “What if I told you I can get you out? Unscathed, well mostly, you might be a bit drowsy, but much better than you are in here I can assure you.”Silence.“I can bring you to a place where none of this follows you, and you can make a new name for yourself, one you don’t despise, aren’t I right…”“Don’t you fucking say it again,” She interrupted.“There’s that Irish temper of yours, oh how legendary it is. But I can make it all disappear. One action, one measly act of pure faith and trust in another.