He was saying something about how they need payment from me now and they aren't going to wait as he ran both hands all over my ass as I tried to push ...im off. The next thing I knew, I had a bandana stuffed in my mouth and rope holding it in place to muffle my protests. I have a private yard and with my mouth gagged, I had no chance of being discovered, and with these guys being much stronger and more muscular than me, I would never have a chance to fight them, they will have me if they want. I served him drinks and food. Because of tiredness of traveling, he took three four pegs and got inebriated. I also gave him company and I was also a little over drunk.He then wanted to use the toilet and I showed him our bed room toilet as it was the only one attached bathroom. He went into our bed room. I was still sitting in the drawing room watching the porn movie. After few minutes I heard some sound from our bed room and I reached there to find my friend trying to fondle my wife`s boobs. She was lucky in two ways, because seventh period was study hall, and she could get a pass and get out if she needed to and the the other good thing was that she had some where to go, and that would be Miss Linder's room! She was a fiftyish literature teacher who had never married, and whom Tara sensed right away was probably a lesbian. You might call Miss Linder a handsome woman, attractive in a harsh sort of way, built sturdy, with strong legs and a huge chest. Her hair was always pulled back. Despite my masculine lifestyle, I was, mostly seen by everyone as being gay. ‘You’re just too pretty to be a real man,’ became the universal assessment by most people who engaged me.Understandably, I again, as at college, lived a double life. In my social life, I was content to interact as a man, albeit being considered gay. In my private life, I again trolled the more remote pubs. I also gave vent to my sexual proclivities by exposing my sexuality to anonymous men. There were the few who.