I did not sleep with Cal anymore. He was usually drunk by 8 o'clock and so I just let him have the master bedroom on the ground floor and moved to a b...droom upstairs. That way he would not stumble and break his fucking neck when he staggered to bed. My eyes seemed to be deceiving me, but out the window I saw Paul Dirk fucking someone by the pool on a chaise longue. I grabbed some binoculars from my closet and looked out the window from behind the curtains. It was a horrible surprise but it was. He started stroking my shaft again. There was nothing I could do but wait for it to be over.He bent down stroking me and with a form hand started to suck and kick the tip top of my penis. Regardless of how i felt about this, it still felt good. So i focused on that. He began stroking and sucking faster and faster. R. Come on Matt cover me like you did that little whore. I was getting closer and closer. I was about to explode but just as i was about to go he stopped.R. I'm not letting you off. Again my mind began to give me wrong ideas. Her milky white midriff was shining in the light. I wanted to press and kiss it. My iron rod became rock hard by watching her curves.She asked me to sit at the dining table and began to serve me the food. She again began to compel me to have more and more. Suddenly I asked apology for seeing her while bathing. She smiled and said not bother about that. She sat in the chair opposite to me. She began to cut some vegetables and asked me sit for some. I think I can speak for rapists the world over when I say that our idea of fun, as you put it, is to make our victims submit to our every desire against their will. In other words, the more they hate it, the more we like it.”This pronouncement chilled Tiffany, but she managed to smile pleasantly said, with feigned enthusiasm, “Yes, I see your point, but – ow!” Tad had interrupted her very effectively by squeezing her nipples with vicious force. “End of discussion, Tiffany! And yes, you’ll see.