Once Tanya pauses, Jennifer swallows and fondles my cock in her place. I moan with ecstasy and urge them on. They take turns caressing me, slurping as...my cock slides between their lips. Pre-cum strings from their lips as they trade my cock back and forth between them. They begin to improvise. Tanya strokes my cock while positioning the purple sensitive cap in Jennifer’s mouth. Owen, waiting patiently, strokes himself to an erection nearby. Jennifer turns to suck him, then gently pushes him back. "Yes it is true, except for the part about the six guys. I slept with a guy, yes, but I was drunk, unconscious, and he raped me. Whether or not you believe me is inconsequential." She just stared at me as she spit those words out.I got up and left the room after that statement because I needed to clear my head. If I hadn't I may have to gotten to know some law enforcement officers too well. I cried in anger and frustration because I knew that if the bastard who raped my wife ever to cross my. Tanya wished Mr Davill would just take her in his lap and stroke her hair and tell her everything was alright. She longed to feel forgiven.Mr Davill slowly slid her white cotton panties down over her bottom and brought them all the way to her knees. There was no denying it. Tanya was exposed. She felt like a very naughty little girl indeed bent over that desk, feeling the cool air on her bare behind.Mr Davill slowly removed his leather belt. Tanya started to cry."Oh, you'll have plenty to cry. I tried to comprehend what my mother was talking about. There was no way she was begging, telling me to fuck her. (Hours later, I'd push my prick to the edge with self-abuse thinking about my mother standing over me, tears in her eyes, shaking her fist, demanding that I rip off her clothes and force my seven inch cock into her overheating cunt.) The reality shriveled me to the size of a peanut. I felt like crying. Rodney had been able to run away, but I was cornered like a corned beef sandwich.