I was glad that I had begun to workout. When we left the club, I invited Peter back to the apartment for some coffee. As Kara, he hadn't drank coffee,...but as Peter he had acquired the habit.We checked in on Carol as soon as we arrived. She was just reaching climax as we opened the door. We watched until she stopped shaking and relaxed back down on the bed, before going to the kitchen.Peter said, "Carol is as insatiable as ever. I see that you've cleaned up the place. It looks good. I was. ‘Oh yah…mmm…squeeze!’ Whack! The other voice let out a shrill cry that seemed less like pain than pleasure, the bed creaked faster and less rhythmically and the deeper voice grunted faster and harder joined by the cries of pleasure from the lighter, more subtle voice. ‘Faster!’ The lighter voice whispered, though his voice seemed to exclaim, it was actually a question. ‘Please.’ And then the darker man grunted and the lighter voice began to moan and groan constantly, before knowing what was. I kept to myself and just cared for you and worked the jobs I could find. I had help from your father to get this house, and shortly after, I found a better job where I could be with you while I worked.Then one day, the woman living next to us entered our lives with such a ray of sunshine. Not that she radiated it really, just such a positive force for me. Over the next couple of years, Leslie was there helping all she could. I was amazed that she would even notice me, besides showering me. Sometimes, she slapped my cock straight down. Other times, she slapped it sideways. Sometimes, she slapped the tip of my cock like her hand was a hammer and my cock just a nail.“I’m going to beat your pretty little cock until it’s covered with bright, purple bruises,” Ophelia taunted me, punctuating every second word with another vicious slap on my bruised cock.Then, still tightly gripping my ballsack, Ophelia stopped chastising my cock, and she began paying attention to my tightly imprisoned.