Hi dear. I am not home. Have fun walking. We will talk about it when I get home. Click......" I stood there staring at the phone in my hand. Now what ...m I going to so? I knew I didn't have enough money for a taxi. There were many taxis on the street. I wondered if they would drive me home and allow me to pay them when I got home? I hung up the phone. When I turned I noticed I was not the only person in the back room. Two men were playing pool. Large, strong, looking men with tattoo's on their. But she was determined not to let it happen again. But in her mind her sons fucked her, licked her, raped her, pissed on her, made her their slave, chained her in the garage, pierced her body, made her fuck their friends, made her fuck dogs, made her do all sorts of degrading things. And she came hard. Every disgusting, perverted sex act that she thought of with her sons spurred her onto harder and more intense orgasms. Her sheets were constantly soaked with her juices, and the fact that her. ”“Maybe you’d like to ride the surf?” asked Bill.I just smiled. “If you think you can make me, feel free to try.” I could see Matt trying to slip out to the side, and I shifted a little more. “Get lost,” I told him. He scooted out through the arch and went upstairs. He roomed diagonally across from Joe and me. Bill tried to move and intercept him, but I just stayed between them.“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he demanded.“The surf is out,” I repeated. At that point, a few other guys came in. "Oh that's right," she continued, "your suppose to be in the basement! But here you are giving it in the ass to some skinny whore". I protested that was she was my girlfriend. Haley in defense said, "I'm not a whore. I'm his girlfriend and we love each other...and your standing in here naked in front of us." The landlady laughed and spit on her and kicked her in the ribs as Haley lay in the floor. "This is my house and my bathroom, you fucking slut," as she kicked Haley again. "Of course I'd be.