I passed out again.When I woke again, I saw my kids and Jude asleep, huddled together on a nearby sofa. I drifted back to sleep, and as I awoke, I hea...d someone having a conversation.“I can’t live if he dies believing I cheated on him,” spoke a female voice.“Didn’t you?” came a man’s voice with a Texas drawl.“No! I never did,” the woman said, insisting on her innocence. “I went to the hotel with Marcel with the intention of doing it, but I changed my mind and couldn’t go through with it. Marcel. “You really are amazing. I feel like I’m necking with a teenager the way you are hard all the time. I like it,” I teased. “You make me feel like a teenager. I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he admitted. “Maybe we’ll find some time tomorrow to take care of this. But I need to get home now. Thank you again for everything,” I said as I left his office. I stopped at Ambassador’s Wine and Spirits Shoppe on the way home and picked up a bottle of Drambuie for David. I wanted to minimize any chance. “It’s a girl screaming. I expect her lover is torturing her.” The screaming stopped, for a moment, then started again. I was conscious of other noises in the night. Somewhere nearby a girl was alternately sobbing and begging for more. “Oh, the lucky, lucky girls!” I said softly, then turned and kissed Bob. “You will torture me too, won’t you, and make me scream in agony like those girls are doing?” “Of course, darling, all in good time.” He put his hands tight round my waist and made me gasp. I leaned my head under the spray, closing my eyes, trying to relax. I must have really zoned out, because when I opened my eyes, there were 20 or more naked men staring at me in the shower. As my eyes focused, all I could see was every man there had a raging hard on. I felt my pulse quicken, and I felt my own cock begin to twitch.It was at that moment I felt hands grabbing me, pulling me out of the shower. It happened so fast, I didn't have time to react. I found myself dripping wet, down on my.