The two of them hurried off, but young Jason stayed behind. He wanted what was coming to him, and I stood there embarrassed not knowing what to do nex.... I had never suspected in my wildest dreams that he would beat me like that.I began to reason with him that it wasn't possible for him to fuck my wife Jen. I did my best to calm him down, and I even offered him money in exchange. Jason didn't want my money, all he wanted was my wife Jen, and he said to me, "I can't wait to fuck your lovely. It is a little weird, it is Freudian, it is a perverse sexual satire of a young woman's life. This story is darker than I had originally conceived it to be, and strays far from the source material it was inspired by. I got the idea from a video I saw on the xHamster homepage earlier this evening. Because I believe in giving credit where credit is due, here is the link to the video:http://xhamster.com/movies/1431723/laura_and_bambu.htmlI posted a quickly written draft version of this story in. She padded over to him and watched him struggle upright. ‘Chloe!’ He croaked, his eye swiveling over her body. ‘Edward, what happened to you?’ She asked gently. He sat back on the mattress trying to maintain his balance, he lifted a hand to his bloodied face and tried to wipe the crusted blood away from his swollen eye. Chloe stepped forward and gently moved his hand away, shaking her head. ‘I think you should leave the eye alone, it’s pretty swollen and bruised. Maybe later if they give us. I was trembling, my breathing became erratic. "We have a special female group," she whispered. "Not even Pastor John knows about it. It is a group of ladies with special needs. I have observed you over the past five weeks and I know you have a place in that group. Will you attend a meeting with them? I will be there as well." I nodded. That meeting was the coming Monday.That Monday evening Sharon and I left Pastor John at home and walked the short distance to another member's home. On entering.