He sat on the porch of the farmhouse his father still managed to hold on to, and nodded to me as I pulled up in my truck. I tried to think of somethin... to make him laugh, so I asked if his sister was home. "Fuck you!" he said, barely cracking an irritated smile. He knew of my past encounters with Tess in high school, and we nearly ended our friendship because of it."Hi Aden!" Allie shouted through her window. Obviously irritated at my joke and wanting to change the subject of our conversation. One of them seemed interested in me and I was sure a little bit interested in him. He was young, had red hair cut off at the nape of his neck and had a beautiful pale and freckled skin. He was slightly taller than me and a little broader across the chest. He looked extremely sexy to me. He also had a slightly husky voice. He asked what I was doing that evening. I told him I was just seeing what happened and asked if he had any ideas. He suggested we visit a gay spa, something completely foreign. In the nearly seven years that they had been married, Shana had ridden him exactly twice, both times with ill grace and only when he had made it a condition for granting some especially extravagant indulgence. Now she was spontaneously giving him the best cowgirl fuck he’d ever experienced. Shana did something with her cunt muscles and Cromwell twitched. There was something else odd too. As he watched his wife’s pussy slide eagerly up and down his tool, Cromwell realized Shana was already. “Your latest shipment is even more beautiful, if I can say.” “You can, Mr. Morgan,” I said, reaching for a handshake, “Wonderful to see you again.” “You have exquisite taste,” he said, leading me to the back of the van. “She is a fighter, Sir. But you will break her. Of this, I have no doubt.” He unlatched the rear of his truck and threw up the hatch. A woman stood strapped to the rear wall, naked but for a black hood. She was bound so tightly to the wall by a thin nylon strap that she bled.