Should I tell his wife? We talked about what to do. She said she was powerless, incapable of stopping him. I wondered if he would take her again.I got...the answer to that one-week later. He had come over in the morning and the same thing happened. She had been unable to stop him from taking her again, and he had taken her roughly. She had been humiliated by him--he made her raise her dress and slip till her panties were exposed, and then turn slowly around, treating her like a common whore. He. My imagination is running wild. Towards the end of dinner, she asked if I'd like to come to her place the next evening. I agreed. Arriving at her place was like we had always known each other, and the atmosphere is one where we knew we were going to be lovers. Once in the great room, she poured us a drink from the bar. Then she looked at me and said: " Would you like to have a closer look at my legs"? " Of course", I mumbled. I'm sitting on the couch, and she came up in front of me, and pulled. Some locker room movie.” Carl switched stations. “Doesn’t that look like fun?”I sat back on the bench and watched the movie for a minute or so.I looked again in Carl’s booth. A smaller, white cock came through his gloryhole. Carl just winked at me and bent down to capture the cock in his mouth. He shifted sideways a bit so I could see what he was doing. “Fun stuff, Ken. You should try one.” Carl went to town on the cock.My eyes returned to the locker room movie. The towel boy was now. “Sounds good to me” I replied. Adam went to the kitchen and returned with a couple of bottles of white wine. “You know what pub toilets smell like, so maybe we stay off the beer. I've got some red if you want it, but... black tongue, you know? Can look a bit unsightly”. I had no problem with white wine. He poured and Chloe retrieved the tin from the side of the large L-shaped sofa. Before we started, Adam placed some more logs on the fire. Although the room was not clearly visible from outside.