We had to be home by ten o’clock and we had to constantly call and check in. I had always made fun of Carrie for calling her parents and checking in...all the time but now I just felt bad for her. I hated having to do this checking in crap. Being as I was constantly checking in and I was not getting to stay out very late, I was not getting laid these days. At least when my parents were home, they let me stay out late, or at least I did not have to check in all the time and I had time to get laid. She looks very cute and she hugged me and in her sweet voice she started a conversation and we had a chit chat for some time. As she was tired she went to sleep. I also sat on the nearby sofa, watched movies and played games on my laptop and I slept.In the midnight, I heard a strange mild sound. I tried to open my eyes as I was in half sleep also the room was dark and I could not able to see clearly. It took few minutes for me to realize that aunty was speaking in her sleep. Initially, I didn’t. * * * I guess I hardly need explain that it was the worst night of my life. My wife was upstairs fucking another man in our bed while I lay in the basement waiting for my balls to die. Because now I understood that’s what they had planned for me. I struggled against my bondage but it was no use. I was too weak, too exhausted, too defeated. I lay back on the lounge chair and tried to concentrate on the pleasurable feelings the vibrator was still milking from my cock and to ignore the fatal. He had come to deliver some hay bales to his daughters stable. He was dressed in tight blue denim jeans , timberland boots with a bare torso in the heat. As he walked round to the back of the car Rachel could see his body and she drew in a breath, he was athletic , brown hair around 40 years old. His upper body was athletically muscled and as he picked up the hay bale all the muscles in his upped body flexed at the same time. The top half of his body was sweating profusely in the heat , and.