Tom was an executive at some software company and they lived in a wealthy suburb nearby.As we talked, I noticed a coldness between Tom and Jenny. Tom ...as very critical of Jenny and never seemed to have anything nice to say to her. Tom never initiated any physical contact with Jenny and seemed quite happy to ignore her. His conversations were always centered on his corporate life and never included his wife. I felt sorry for Jenny as I could tell that she was no longer a part of Tom’s life. Clearly, that was a mistake. She was an utter monster, a bitch who saw how her mother walked over me and joined in the fun.The ceiling creaked, my son shifting around. Jason was fifteen, a good kid. He hated how my wife and daughter treated me. I could feel it. He wanted me to be strong. He wanted me to be a real man and was disappointed in me. That hurt almost as much as my wife’s adultery.I set the package on the counter, my daughter bouncing beside me, eager for it. My name was on the. Something in me would not let it go. The bastards had taken all of my dignity. I knew that Lobo would still see me around and think of me as shit. Fuck him! Maybe it was some of the fogginess of the drugs they had used on me. I know the rage was building inside of me, but I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t believe my legs as they turned on their own and I staggered back into that basement. The stash in the closet! I deserved it! I had certainly earned it. “Fuck them! Fuck them!” I kept. Sharma was now ready to fuck me again and this time he had me on my hands and knees on the bed with my chute facing Saleem! I knew Sharma would position me there so Saleem couldn’t miss seeing him fuck my gand. I had some second thoughts about being fucked there but I trusted Sharma and knew he would be gentle with me. Despite my gand being very wet and no doubt somewhat full of the cum which was running down into it, Sharma didn’t want to take any chances so he thrust his lund back into my.