“So were gonna have some fun with your, fucking fine piece of woman here. And you are lucky enough to have front row seats to her, wreckage.” He s...id, licking his lips.No. no no no. This couldn’t be happening. No way. Not in our own home. I was utterly helpless, tied to a chair, surrounded by 3 large black men about to **** my beautiful girlfriend. Right in front of me. In our own bed.One of the other thugs chimed in, we can call him Thug 2.“I had no idea our meat for tonight would be so damn. They seemed rounder now, firmer, and the nipples stood out as clearly as two small marbles. He could feel his long hair clinging to his back like a wet towel that leaked icy streams of water down his legs. Being wet was much more unbearable the second time around. With the sun fully set, the air had grown cooler. Or course, the skimpiness of the bikini wasn't doing anything to help keep him warm."This isn't what I meant!" You are difficult to please," purred the genie, not looking at all upset.. You want me to bring Jane with me?”But Brad soon disabused her assumption. He answered her very curtly and in a demanding tone of voice.“No, just you. And don’t be late. I have a surprise in store for you.”Marie could hardly contain her excitement at the thought of what Brad might have planned for her the next day. She imagined being fucked by Brad and his two friends again, and this time, she knew that she could be as vocal as she wanted to be because Jane would not be there. She also knew. Once was enough, wasn't it?Jason held his face in both hands and squeezed. My sinuses are probably filled with all that dirt I breathed in last night, he thought. He rubbed his itchy eyes and looked over at the empty cot. Evan wasn't there, and he was glad because he needed a few minutes alone to gather his thoughts. Once should have been enough.The thing that happened in the kitchen with Becky wasn't supposed to happen again. He knew if it did, they'd end up falling back into their old ways..