Debbie finally got up and went in the kitchen to get a dish rag to clean off the carpet. While she was gone, I pulled my pants back up and straightene... my shirt out too. After Debbie came back and was busy cleaning up June's mess, an embarrassed June went off to the bathroom to clean herself up a little. When she returned, Debbie was all dressed again, and the three of us looked like nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.I asked June if she was ready for me to lick her, but she declined my. I rebuffed her. I pushed her away. At that moment I wanted nothing to do with her. My world was crumbling. I told Carol that I was going to a hotel tonight. She could call me on my cell if there were any emergency. I went into the bedroom and bathroom and packed some clothes and toiletries. I checked into the Peabody hotel. I brought a bottle of whiskey to my room and drank until I passed out. I woke up several times and each time there were tears on my face. Deep in the night there was a knock. It stopped and I texted her if everything was okay and she said it was. Then it happened again but much much more worse and aggressive. I texted her again if we should call the cops. She said no. I heard her go downstairs and open the door and heard screaming, pushing and her crying and a man slamming stuff and yelling at her. I was terrified and hid in my room like a pussy. I locked my bedroom door. He eventually left after going through her bedroom. After I knew he was gone, waiting in my. "Better not in here", he said. However, when he got to the sinks he turned and came back. "Why not, until somebody comes." He unzipped, pulled out his pecker and started jerking off. Wow, this was erotic I slowly stroked my own cock. It was hard and pointed straight into the urinal. His strokes were fast and frantic. His cock grew thicker, his pink cockhead was fat around the corona ridge and narrows to a blunt point at the tip. It angled upwards. Again, I say, "Mmmmm, you got a great cock.".