When tears started running down my cheeks like a little bitch, that’s when they REALLY let me have it.The youngest guy was 58, the other two were 66...and 69. All were married, and like me, all were wearing their wedding bands as they used my married sissy faggot body.NO condoms, and they didn’t fucking care, not one of them. There were times where I was sure... I hope this isn’t too bad... but there’s no other way to describe it... there were times these three men were r****g me. Once one of. I've lost most of my belongings. I don't know which way to turn." Mary, come home with me. I have an extra apartment since the kids moved out. You can stay there. Tomorrow we'll come and see if we can salvage anything. Believe me, I won't let anyone hurt you."I called Marci and told her what had happened and that I was going to let Marci stay in her old apartment. Marci was worried for her also. She told me she would take her shopping the next day and pick up some personal things. My kids are. She had a new boyfriend, but he lived in Vancouver and they were doing the long distance relationship thing. When I showed up it turned out that she really just wanted us to be friends and nothing more. She would stay up all night talking to her boyfriend on the phone and then sleep for most of the day. This left me with nothing to do, and no one to hang out with while I was in Toronto.After a couple of days sitting on the couch watching TV while she slept, I decided I was going to go out and. But, nothing was said, nor were they stared at, to their great relief. They headed to the mall after Mass, where Ashley planned to only hit the sensible stores, along with the mainstream department stores. Joe noticed her checking price tags at Sears, their first stop. He told her not to worry, the card had enough room to purchase a car dealership, along with a full inventory. She said she didn’t want to take advantage, and that she had simple tastes. Joe assured her that his dad wouldn’t want.