’ She ground her pussy into my mouth for emphasis. ‘Jeez, Diane, where did you find that gorgeous piece of…oh, shit…sorry, I didn’t realize ...t was Shannon under there,’ said a familiar voice. I fumed. I couldn’t see him but I knew it was Marty, club owner, ‘president’ of our wrestling federation and weasel extraordinaire. Not to mention the sonofabitch that got me into this situation. Diane’s hips rocked back and forth on my face as she acknowledged Marty. ‘Oh, hello, Marty. Who’s your friend?’. I had a good job that I had to leave after we had our son; it was a good thing that Dave had such a good job. He was in charge of a computer firm. He took to computers like a duck to water. Even at school he would fix the teachers paces. They even asked for him at the local technical college when they had problems with their computers. So he would never be with out a job and it was very good pay so my wage wasn't really missed.We moved in to a beautiful four bed roomed detached house in the. I ordered the room service to bring whisky and snacks for me and I asked her what she would have? Orange juice or pineapple juice?She said that she would also have whisky. She said that when she used to feel lonely she generally took whisky and now she has started liking it. So I ordered whisky and snacks for both of us. She told me about her family and also asked me about mine and told me that her name was Rita. After taking our dinner we changed our clothes for the night sleep. Rita went to. Suddenly terrified again, she froze in fear. Was he going to beat her with the poles? Rape her again? Was he going to kill her this time? But no, he ignored her. The poles seemed to lock in place on the corners of the table, standing vertically, and she allowed herself to relax, resolving not to cry again. She watched in silence as they were fixed to the corners of the table, then flinched as he grabbed her left ankle. She began kicking frantically, and he simply looked into the camera and.