" I looked at my husband, puzzled. He took out his phone. "I must send a message to my son and daughter." he said to no one in particular. I knew inst...ntly what he meant. I took the pen and signed. Mr Rosberg witnessed my signature. All the documents were put back in the briefcases."Slut, bring Mr Trent upstairs and thank him for coming out to us this morning." Resigned to what lay ahead I brought Mr Trent to the bedroom. He took off his clothes and folded them over a chair. I lay on the bed. Tarpor didi’r bra ta kula matrroi didi’r dud gulo laf dia ber hoa ashlo.Ame r deri na kora didi k bed a sua dia ame didi’r 1ta dud tipce r 1ta cusce Didi amr matha ta chapa dira shuk a bola utlo “jony bhai ti amr cus, r o jore cus cusa cusa amr dud thaka dud ber kor” ame o didi’r dud gulo mon bora cuslam tarpr uta daratai didi uta amr dhon ta tar muka r vitor dukia nila ame o anonda didi,r muk a dhon dukia chudta thaklam r dud gulo tipta laglam prai 10min por didi’r muk a mal dela didi’r muk ta. I laughed but shared as we passed the joint around. I noticed the heavy one had fairly tight pants and helooked like he had a good size prick. The bald guy, Jim, was flirting with me now, touching my arm. I asked them where they were staying and they said they rented an apartment not far from the pub. I was fucking gagging for it at this stage so I simoly invited myself back to their place.As soon as we got in the door, the heavy one with the sexy voice, who seemed to be the quiet one, shoved. Walking around looking as though I’d been crying all morning didn’t appeal to me. However the thought of Peter, my Peter, with that woman was driving me mad. Composing myself enough to drive, I decided I had to find a way to survive the next few hours. One day I will follow them, and find out all about her. The idea of gaining the upper hand in this way, torturing myself mercilessly comforted me, but today was not that day. I decided that while I was down the street a massage was the best way.