Squeeze my fucking nipples. Pinch them; twist them; pull on them. Just play with mommy's fat fucking nipples, son."And Marty did. Alternating between ...atching his own playing fingers and the look in his mother's eyes, the teenager fooled around with the stiff tips as if they were little toys. He pinched them carefully, feeling them push back outward against the insides of his fingertips like pieces of rubber. He twisted them, feeling them naturally trying to twist themselves back into their. Her husband grinned and said ‘this will taste lovely' and they both softly giggled, I realised he was standing filming this, ‘it's for your leader’ he said. As I stood stirring the pan, Jennifer as I found out she was called, suddenly came up behind me and started undoing the buttons on my shirt, ‘you don’t want chocolate all over your uniform do you?’, she insisted.Don’t worry I have something nice for you to wear, in the other room. Before we moved, she turned off the heat below the pan and. They grabbed my tits and slapped my ass, as Larry, Matt and the leather jacket guy slammed their cocks into me. Leather jacket guy held onto my head and was fucking my face.“Fuck slut,” leather jacket guy said. “I’m going to fuck your face like it was a cunt.” “It is a cunt,” one of the guys said. He had a tattoo of an eagle on his shoulder. “A mouth cunt. Slut like this has three cunts. Pussy cunt, ass cunt and mouth cunt.” He leaned down and squeezed one of my tits. “Ain’t that right,. Cindy had other ideas as I found when I came home from work one night and found a note on the kitchen table."Brad, I took half the money in savings and cashed in one of the CD's. I'm out of here. Cindy."I found out later that she had run off with another woman's husband. That had been eighteen months ago and no one had heard from either of them since.In addition to being crushed by her abandonment I had trouble with the law. Cindy's parents, when they hadn't heard from her, called the police.