Boys, hold her tight,” A said to B and C.Kareema tried to jump off and run away, but B and C held her by each of her hands and put her back in the b...d.“Ugh, what are you doing? Let me go, you bastards!” Kareema screamed as she was held down by B and C, who took her hands and legs, respectively. She was held down against the bed, with her hands and feet directed at each of the corners of the bed.A came close and climbed on her body. She still struggled. But she was nowhere near strong against. Washing off the aftermath of great sex is often a task, instead of a pleasure, but Cassandra and I spent almost a half hour washing one another back in my shower. She squirmed as I used my hands, fingers, teeth and tongue to make certain she was squeaky clean for bed. I wasn't up for more sex. Cassandra didn't seem to need another climax. We were content to touch, stroke, feel, taste, and see all the nooks and crannies of our bodies.Cassandra gave a little jerk when I tasted her rectum.. "I didn't want to. But, I was soafraid of losing her. I remember thinking that."sniff... sniff." I couldhelp her...and... and. Then we were robbing stores. Like 'no shit, this isa gun' robberies. Nobody was ever supposed to get hurt. I feel so...so."The sobs came, heavy, racking sobs, as all of his mistakes coalesced.The sadness and guilt he had harbored for three long years."Well, that explains everything. Kind of like jumping off the bridgeafter someone, in the end, two fall."She stepped. I don't know which I regretted more, the lobster dinner or the loss of Tony's cock.It was not a good sign that Tony was putting away the family jewels without even asking me to clean up with my mouth. It was almost a ritual and his patting me on top of my head the entire time made me feel like I was a very good doggie.There was no benefit to talking about it right now because I knew when my husband went into his silent running routine; he never listened to a single word.I stayed on the bed.