Then I thought, "Why the hell do I care?" And I realized that I did still care. Not in the burning anger of a wronged husband, but in a way that it di... still matter to me. I suspected there would be a long bit of self-examination of my feelings after the night was done.We did everything but dance around the reason I was here.When we were done, I pushed the chair back, belched, and she rolled her eyes."Are you done? Cause you did look surprisingly like a pig, stuffing itself, with both trotters. I got the other all to myself. All we had was our carry on bags, the airline kept our luggage so we didn"t have much to get cleaned up with or to change into. One by one we each took our turn in the bathroom freshening up before bed. We were all sleeping in no time.I woke up in the middle of the night and had to pee like crazy. I stumbled out of bed half asleep and headed for the bathroom. As I entered the bathroom I fumbled around searching for the light switch. When the light came on I was a. " This was my worst nightmare but I knew what he wanted. I gripped his cock and guided it into my mouth. This was disgusting but he had his hand on the back of my head and was forcing his cock to the back of my throat. "There you love it don't you darling?" I knew I had best go along with it and resisting them would certainly be more dangerous. I nodded my agreement. Danny turned to the other guys. "I do love white faggots. They are so eager to please and they do anything for a real man's. ’ ‘You should insist on it,’ Marie replied, grinning, ‘it is much better than just Dave. It sounds more, what’s the word…professional.’ ‘Alright, alright, you two quit it, what is this, lessons in how to speak English?’ interrupted Matt without looking up from the plastic box. ‘You gonna finish up that salad or what, Marie? I’ve been on the go all fuckin’ day, I could eat a God damn horse.’ Matt reached into the draw again, fumbling around with his right hand before pulling out a small.