She never stopped smiling at me as she took my arm. "Hello, I'm Linda Marston; can we find an alcove quickly?"She had my arm in her hands and was stee...ing me out of the shop before I could say anything. I babbled a little as we left the shop and she just smiled and kept dragging me to the closest alcove. I didn't say anything coherent until she drew back the curtain at the first alcove and there was Roger stark naked bending the blond over about to plug her. "Oh shit!" Linda said and dropped. Daryl pulled out and Chuck moved back between my legs, his rigid cock head ready to explore my opened anus. As Chuck pushed his squat cock into my anus I could not help but feel the different between the girth of his cock and Daryl's. Chuck cock head was smaller than his penile shaft, my anal muscle did not slip around his cock head. Instead my sphincter muscle continued to stretch allowing his fat shaft work into my rectum. Chuck began to work his cock in and out of my butt rapidly. With. ..” Bernie said again, “Well, you could say Owen, that puts you out of the frame then doesn’t it. Assuming you’re telling me the truth that is. But from reading this little lot, they seem pretty sure of their facts.”“Bernie!” I said, even more angrily.“All right, all right, I believe you. But some of these buggers here, like to play Casanova when they are away on company trips you know?” Bernie pointed out.I was well aware that some of my colleagues played fast and loose, when they were away. ….. The next evening, I returned home to find that Carol had left her ring on the bedroom dresser, emptied out the closet and was gone. I slept alone for the first time in weeks. The bed seemed so empty without her and as much as I didn’t want to, I cried that night. A week later, she was still missing… not a word, not even a ‘Dear John’ letter. Not exactly what I was expecting, given everything that had gone between us. I mean, what the…, right? How had I misunderstood our relationship so.