She pulled his cock from her mouth and pointed it towards me sending a several blasts of cum on me, landing on my face and bra and tummy. I pulled awa... in shock as she put it back in her mouth to finish sucking him down. I rolled over and went to sleep definitely aroused by what I had seen.In the morning I woke up to the feeling of someone's hands on me. It was Russell. He had my bra pulled down sucking on my breasts. I looked over and Gina was not there. I attempted to sit up but he put his. They continued fighting and I ran to mybedroom and cried myself to sleep.When I woke up Father was gone, he was offered another run back to theeast coast and didn't want to pass it up. For the next year, he startedspending more and more time on the road. Those times when Father washome, I had to be Christopher. I came to hate him because when he washome, I couldn't be myself. I also grew to hate being a boy. The goodthing though, was that Father rarely was home more than a few days at atime. I. "Never mind, girl," he said. "No need to worry. Hubby is too much of a wimp to dump you." I felt his big hands on my head as he pulled me down the fat pole, choking me as he slid past my throat's entrance."He adores you, you know? And there is the brad, of course. He'll never give the two of you up, trust me. Just keep denying until he doubts his own memory. It'll teach him to doubt you. In the end he'll beg you to take him back. Make him beg. Make him tell you he's sorry and he'll be your. With my face turned to rest my cheek on the rug, I slowly rubbed my body against it, letting the softness caress my naked chest. I was almost unconscious of anything but the fur; of how it felt, how it smelled, how I wanted only it against my skin. I pushed the front of my briefs down to let my cock, already swelling to life, touch the fur. Moving my hips, I humped the floor, feeling the soft touch bringing my dick to life. Not wanting to damage the rug, I rolled over when I thought pre-cum.