"Hello? This is Sean Porter. I got a message to call this number when I got home." Just a minute, Sean," the voice said. There was a thump as the phon... was set down on the other end."Hello, Sean?" This is Sean. Who is this?" Oh, I'm sorry. It's Coach Neville, Sean. I've been on the phone with so many people tonight, I forget who I've talked to and who I haven't." That's okay, Coach." I was puzzled. Why is Coach Neville trying to contact me this late on a Saturday night? "What's up?" Sean, this. I wasn't going to let him whine and cry and bluster. He however threatened to take the kids away from me and he was blackmailing me with the pictures.One thing I am good at is letting things go. One thing I am bad at is being cornered. I let loose on him 12 years of hate and anger spewed forth in twenty minutes of no stop "truth". Ranging from he is a pussy when it comes to defending me to I love pussy and it what I think about when he was on top of me thinking he was pleasing me. The fucker. I was euphoric because it felt so good. I saw my roommate get up and sit in the chair, then I sent her over to blow his mind and she agreed. I then took my swollen member and slid it into her wet slit and WOW she must have been so turned on because she never felt so good. I had a nice rhythm going with my dick going in and out of her wet pussy. I started getting faster and she had to stop blowing him because she let out a moan that seemed like pleasure and pain all at once. When she stopped, I. It was almost as though he knew my body before this. Almost completely against my will, my back arched up and thrust my breasts closer to him. While he took his time with one nipple, he was teasing the other with one of his hands. With his other, he explored the rest of my body. I wanted to be wholly disgusted by this. This man was doing things to me that I didn't want, but my body reacted violently, positively, to his touch. It wasn't scared or repulsed by him. It wanted him. He slid his hand.