For Raul, it was something he had successfully done his entire marriage. Cora was just his latest conquest, and in his mind, the most attractive. Rau... wandered around their large home quietly, poured himself a drink, and decided to check his e-mail. He sipped the single-malt scotch; the scent prickled his nose as he felt the slight burn on his tongue before swallowing. Locking the door to his office, he started with his work messages, most of which were updates, meeting notes, or other bits of. Types (she too, used theiragreed upon euphemism) and people of a distinct color. From the size of it,I think my apartment used to be a cafeteria or maybe a church or meetinghall. There's a whole another part of it in the back I don't even use. Toomuch space for me."She went on, "But that's not why you're here. Now," she said, putting onwhat almost sounded like business voice while throwing him a pair of blackpumps, "put these on." I thought you were getting me ready to look like my sister. What. “Tim… Tim….g…get off.” I said and we tossed again on the carpet, his shaft hard rubbing against my flaccid hairless prick. We struggled but it wasn’t before long that he managed to get the upper hand and pinned me to the ground lying on top of me. He leaned and whispered in my ear. “You’re my bitch now bro…” He hissed. Why was he doing this? I asked myself. Why now. I had no answers at the time as I lay there feeling his shaft pressed against my ass crack and a slight stickiness on my cheeks. I. I slid past them and they brought in the wash tub full of beer. We all sat at my small table in close quarters and ate dinner. The girls sat on either side of me and kept looking at each other the whole time. Pam had drank five beers and Becky only had drank three. When dinner was over Becky went to the bathroom and followed by Pam as I cleared the table and started washing the dishes. They both joined me and soon all the dishes were done and I opened us all another beer each. It was not about.