I continued.“You know what’s the worst of it? You kept me out of what you had with him. Not the sex so much – we both had other partners before ...e committed to each other, though that’s bad enough I suppose. I was excluded from the things you shared with him that you’d no right to do. You rejected and betrayed me in doing that.”She looked at me with a woebegone forlorn stare, but I was not finished. “You rejected me by not stopping with the priest after that first time, you could have confessed. I did not want to interrupt the flow me that I finally had a real cock in my arse. Anyway, the idea of being fucked bareback was becoming just another turn on for me. I could worry about the implications in the morning. I pushed it to the back of my mind – not hard given what else was happening.He was waiting, so again I implored him, “Fuck me, sir!”He had finished his teasing. He pulled back slowly, so I could feel the head of his cock traveling out of my tunnel until my sphincter muscles were. Fir sir gaye aur hemlata ko lekar karib 25 minute me aa gaye hema ne us din black and white saree pehn rakhi thi uske bal khule the jaise abhi naha kar aayi ho aur clather se tie the . Face essa lag raha thajaise darr rahi ho, sir ne kaha mere kapde utaro aur mera lund chooso, hemlata ne mana kar diya ki me ye nahi karti, sir ko ghussa aa gaya aur ek jordar thaapad hemlata ke gal par mara aur bole chal chal madarchod choose aur hema ke bal pakad kar palang par laye hema ka face poora lal ho. I knew that Rodney and Claire would likely have described themselves as my friends, but I doubted that they’d have enlisted the services of the Salvation Army to convince me of that.“My friends?” I said.“Yes, Henry and Sammy,” he said. I sagged back in my seat. I was right. So, Sammy and Henry knew where I was too. Big surprise. One of them, or maybe both, it likely was that cued my ex-wife and her husband as to where I was living; well, if what I was about could be described as living.“Okay?”.