.and saw the ice cube was now on the floor between my wife's feet, but Mr Lenson's fat friend continued his 'search' around my wife's breasts, now qui...e clearly fondling them beneath her skimpy outfit.I looked back down to where Mr Lenson was groping my wife and saw the bulge of his hand in the back of her knickers now moving rhythmically and quite quickly, Mel wasn't laughing now she was holding onto her boss, her head back on his shoulder. The room had now gone very quiet, the only noise was. When that happened much too frequently, we would stay in touch by phone, email and now skyping. Our conversations would cover the usual trivia and important home decisions, but Robert started to liven things up. He told me he had a date that night and would be off-line a while. Our fantasy game was just that, using our imagination to excite each other. I countered with not minding, “Lance and DeAndre’ would be over anyway.” Our little fantasy game got worse, or better, as the case might be. He. Becky spent several days like this, suffering in supreme silence. Her world for all purposes had shattered and the glass was dropping upon her supple body. It was odd how comfortable she fell into it, despite the happenings. Even her freedom was a distant thing to her mind. Her body had been violated so much that even her soul had a little white cum spot splashed upon it. The first day was the hardest, so overcome with fear of the public eye that she escaped the horrors by hiding in the girls. One of ’em, I call him Ugh, is a sixteen-year-old freshman. On the football team. He’s gotta be 200 pounds, 6’2′. He’s a genetic freak or something. Anyway, he gets all ticked ’cause I told him I’d give him an F if he didn’t do the homework. Of course, that gets him kicked off the team. So he stands in the door after class, looking down on me, doing some kind of pro wrestling glare or something. Knuckle-dragging Neanderthal.’ Troutman stopped pacing and stared blankly at nothing in particular,.