Jen said she had had enough and wanted out, the crew just kept filming, and either believed or pretended it to be part of the act. I said we had had e...ough and for it to stop. Well these guys just pushed me off the set. The black guys just went for Jen like a****ls. It was an absolutely frenzied attack, Jen let out some screams, they were grabbing and squeezing her breasts, and one after another these huge guys just plunged into her and came inside her. And the crew just kept filming. I got a. .?" I honestly thought she went into some kind of sleep state or something. It was an extremely nonsensical question to ask, but I only asked to get a response back."Nicole...?" Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine, Fred.", she finally replied back."I didn't hurt you or anything, did I? Did I do something wrong?" No... No, you're good. I'm all right."I turned my head away from her topless body and stared back at my wall again. I felt so embarrassed, conflicted, and afraid; the aftermath that I had feared had. My life was a failure, and my wife had been right to want to leave me all along. My ‘feast’ for the only person in the world that I cared about, and who cared about me was to be a few tired scraps of produce, a stale hunk of bread and a tiny bird that was probably 90% bone by weight, and I was already plotting how to boil the scrawny carcass to become stock for our soup meal for the next week. A few hours later, I happened to look out on my front porch and found a box with a note on it. Inside. When Jake was done with Carla he headed home. He had fucked her good, and when he finished this time he shot it all over her face. To say she was a mess when he left was an understatement, but he was okay with that. As far as Jake was concerned this changed nothing between him and Carla. He still didn't trust her or like her, but he did LIKE to fuck her. So he thought this new arrangement would work great, for now anyway. Cindy thought she was handling everything okay, that is until she heard.