Feeling pressured I moved tentatively towards Hasan edging closer and closer to him but I could tell he didn’t want it, especially from a transvesti...e. I just thought of the money and carried on whilst the other guys cheered and jeered me on. After a few minutes I felt some hands on my shoulders pushing down to my knees and pushing my head towards Hasan’s naked cock. The guys were telling me to suck his dick but I know Hasan didn’t want it and this is not what I agreed to. I protested without. Ana then took Wallz’s hand and led him upstairs to our marital bedroom.Ana warned me this time she would let the door open, so I could hear them clearly as they fucked inside, in our own marital bed…I stayed downstairs, hearing the loud screams and pain cries from my sexy wife, as this lucky Arab enjoyed her body.I knew this would be a long night.After their frenzy sounds stopped, Wallz’s called me upstairs with his deep voice . I went and sucked him off, until his Arab dick was hard again. He. If not, get fat. It's yourcall.9. How did you survive with all the coke, alcohol and abuse Jack put youthrough? Are those memories as painful today as you remember thosedays?Some are. I never asked to be punched or treated like shit. I neverasked to be raped. Those things stay with you - and not in a good way. Overall though, the drugs and the drink and stuff, I did that to myself.10. Do you read the entries and get aroused by the memories? Or do youjust view them as what you needed to do. He grew harder and harder in my hand as I continued to massage him. The skilled movement of his tongue was driving me crazy. Unable to withstand the pulsing between my own legs, I broke the kiss and moved to stand.He looked at me from head to toe as if for the first time. The heat from his eyes as they scanned my body made me want to throw myself at him. I took a few steps back as he stood and walked towards me slowly ... cunningly, never taking his eyes off of mine. I felt the pole at my back.