Tara was really devastated and figured it must be because she hadn’t been any good at, you know, the sex stuff. I wanted to say something, you know,...reassuring, but I couldn’t think of what to say. It’s not like I’m an expert or anything, you know? In the end I said Ray Staunton was an asshole. I mean he’d have to be to treat Tara like that, wouldn’t he?Eventually Tara stopped crying and I even got her to laugh a bit by cracking really bad jokes but making Ray the punch-line. You know, like:. They ran.”They couldn’t make out what was said next, but they heard Janie’s reply. “No. Mister Sterling left me a letter. He didn’t say where he’d gone.” There was another pause as someone spoke too quietly to hear. “The letter said to burn it, so I did. It also said you… people-” Janie sounded like she wanted to use very different words to describe them, “-might be showing up to cause trouble.” There was another pause. “Because I live here! Mister Sterling left me in charge of the business. I started upstairs and could hear talking in our bedroom, I opened the door and the landscaper was putting on his shirt with my wife standing there in a t-shirt, It was obvious what had happened. The landscaper was nervous so my wife spoke up; they were done and were going downstairs.We were in the kitchen as a younger man came downstairs, I looked at my wife wondering where “he” came from. She explained the supervisor and her were fucking, as the younger man was videoing. I asked to see the. I must have looked like a lust crazy dog... because I didn't even flinch when I felt a round, wet, big object probe at my asshole. I merely opened my hairy legs to give better access to whoever it was. It was only after some time when tired of being bent like this I turned down to lie on my back that I noticed that it was the old black janitor I had seen mopping the floor. The black fucker had his nine-inch long and five inch fat black uncut cock pumping in and out of my virgin asshole. The.