(Lemke was an elitist, but mostly from the way the avant-garde rich treated him)He signed me to a 5 year contract and put me into one of his homes nea... the Capital of New York. He had a 9 room home that sat on the edge of the Mohawk River on theold section of River Road. (It was a home he bought at the beginning of his career and hadn't designed it, it simply sat on one of the most beautiful spots in the Northeast) River Road had public parks and recreation areas at one end and High Tech Nuke. .. ehm ... problem." Her fingers demolished the paper napkin in her hands. Her talking in the third person felt eerie."You need to know — Myriam has always been honest with you, Bruce. Her love for you was true — profoundly true. It still is. She may be a weak person, but she never cheated on you — not even in her thoughts. Her heart broke when you accused her of cheating and left her. She never stopped loving you, Bruce. These last years have been hell for her — only her hope against all odds. She was in a daze and wanted to make Dave cum.That talk also got Dave really worked up, in large part because he imagined fucking Helen with Larry and feeling Larry's cock when they both had their cock in Helen's pussy and ass. Thinking of that, Dave couldn't stand it and picked up his pace, pounding Helen's pussy hard. He felt his orgasm building and looked at the video playing, noticing that the husband's friend was about to cum in the wife on-screen. He again thought of Larry’s cock and how. He lost it and squeezed her tits so hard he left bruises as he came, hissing, “That’s it, take it, slut. Tell me who’s slut you are.”His aunt seemed to cum with him and he staggered for a moment, turning just enough to see the camera focused on the bed. His eyes widened as he realized she’d been recording herself masturbating. Inspired, he grabbed a handful of her hair again and forced her to her knees at the foot of the bed. Bridgette came willingly, kneeling at her nephews feet.“C’mon,.