One guy then the next were standing next to me. Playing with my tits. Rubbing my head against their crotch. They helped me up and marched me to the te...t. My shorts were off in a second. Hands and fingers were everywhere. They were sucking and mauling my tits, my nipples were being rolled and pinched and my pussy was being probed. I was forced to the ground in a kneeing position. I feel the first thrust of a hard cock into my pussy. I was being rammed from behind which forced the cock that was. I debated following them, but decided not to. I'd already seen enough. I drove over to the Strip and had a couple of brews while I thought about how I wanted to handle things. After kicking half a dozen ideas around, including a couple that could see me jailed; I decided that the simplest thing to do was to just walk away. To hell with a divorce. I wasn't going to waste good money on a lawyer. If Bree wanted a divorce she could be the one to bring it and pay for it.I left the strip and drove. She felt her irritation with him dwindling as a mist before the morning Sun. Holding the baggie up to the fading light of day, her son began counting the tan tablets it contained."What's in the bag, Chris?" asked Brenda.Christopher might have many minor flaws to his personality, but he always boldly told the truth when he conversed with Brenda. Sometimes she wished that he had held back some information. " This is called 'E' mom." Christopher replied. " You know, the designer drug called. Franke stated firmly as he looked over his reading glasses at Roger.“Okay, I’ll try that.” Roger responded in a low steady voice.The two men sat for a minute while Roger maintained a thoughtful look. Then Dr. Frank offered, “So, tell me more about your life since you moved to Florida.”Roger thought for a minute, then offered, “Well, I’ve led a pretty quiet life. I work 50 or 60 hours each week, plus travel. I’ve been working with an architect to build a new house. I started exercising. And.