He… he fucked me. That’s what happened.”Oh my God! He’d said I was in control and he wouldn’t do anything until I said so. He had played me....He’d played us both.“How many times?” I asked, trying to keep my cool.“Why the hell does that matter, Jason?” She wiped a fallen tear. “So, what are you going to do? Divorce me?”I wasn’t angry at my wife. I was pissed off at that conniving bastard. I wanted to kill that son of a bitch. But I couldn’t let them shoulder all the blame; I was complicit in. If we get somewhere I can’t handle, we can talk about it. Since the accident I find I have a pretty high tolerance for situations I never would have accepted before.’ ‘The plan Lisa and I discussed is that she’s setting up a series of examinations at a small hospital where she’s on their staff. We’d like to get as much of a full body muscular skeletal picture of you as we can using radiological and magnetic imaging. It’s my role as a physiologist to put together a three dimensional model we can. I ignored the hundreds of tags from social media apps, people were mentioning me left and right, and called my futa-girlfriend. The phone rang and rang and rang. I bit my lip as I squirmed on the bed.I winced when I saw the time. Last classes were just about to end. She might not be able to answer.“Hello?” Paloma gasped. She sounded out of breath. A bell rang in the background. “Salome?”“It’s me,” I said. “I’m staring at my dress for the dance.”“And?” I could almost feel her quivering with. Tareek and DeShawn grab Mark's wrist pulling his arms back fully exposing the white teen's throbbing prick."Come here, bitch," Triple B pulls Mark' s hair back forcing the youth to open his mouth wide. The teenage suburbanite tries closing his mouth, but the man pulls harder on his hair and slaps the blond boy across the face. With the teen's mouth in an open O of shock, Triple B unceremoniously shoves his bulbous mushroom cock head down the teen boy's throat. Mark is barely able to keep down.