He then pulls me up by the hair and pushes me down onto my back, hard, with my head by the end of the bed. He gets up and stands in front of me and pu...ls my body forward like he owns me. Now he takes his pants off, and with my head hanging off the edge of the bed he starts fucking my throat. My gagging noises begin again. I try to keep it under control as he goes, “Ooooh yeah. Fuck yes. Swallow my cock you little whore. Take it down your throat, worthless slut.” His thrusts become faster,. After a couple weeks went by I decided that when I got off of work that night I was finally going to confront her on what I saw. I got home and walked threw the garage door and into the kitchen, I heard silence again and I automatically thought of what I had saw before, I slowly made my way threw the kitchen trying to be quiet and when I got to the entrance of the living room I saw Matt on the couch with is pants off again and Michelle on her knees with her pajama shorts on, no top or bra. Soon I was covered in angry welts and I was flinching and cowering every time either of the girls came near me. In short, I felt broken. I was terrified that whatever I did would be wrong and bring more pain.I finished the ground floor and made my way upstairs to clean the bedrooms and bathrooms.Lucy’s room was a mess, worse than I had ever seen it. She had pulled clothes and things from every cupboard and drawer. The bed looked as if somebody had had a fight in it. I was ordered to gather all. " she said.Still no answer, he must be out she thought to herself. So she used her spare key and enter the apartment. When she walked into the apartment, the smell of cigarette butts, alcohol and smell of sex hit her nose. She became quite dizzy. The place looked like it had just been ransacked. Pizza that looked few days old are on the tv table, empty can of beers all over the sofa and floor. She saw several panties on top of the tv, on the sofa, on the floor, most probably from prostitutes.