Saralinda's eyes widened in her surprise, as she perhaps recognized my thoughts in my expression."Oh, Moira," she exclaimed, jumping up and embracing ...e. "No, I didn't mean that you're a 'kept woman'. You're, like, different. Gary loves you. I mean, really loves you. You're more like his wife!"Then why has Gary gone off for so long with Kate, I thought morosely. Kate was the one he treated like his long-suffering wife, and I was the one he treated like his mistress. Or, one of his. By now, Bozo was next to me, checking under the sink, trying to figure out what I was up to."Come on, Boy."I put the flyswatter on the counter and headed down the hallway, my dog at my heels. I opened the front door and let him out. It looked more like London than southern California. I could just make out the outline of the main house through the fog.I shivered and closed the door. Jack was in the kitchen when I got back, pouring coffee for the two of us. I got the flyswatter off the counter. My scream was more of surprise than pain, but the crowd cheered anyway. We were now moving out of the place of judgement onto the main street. Most of the homes were at most one story with an area on the roof to seek relief from the heat at night or bathe during the day. The shops along main street, however, were two stories with the shopkeepers living upstairs. The areas on the roofs of these buildings were high above my head and I could see faces leaning over the parapets and smiling. In. I was in heaven and responded by bucking back onto his prick, telling him to " fuck it up me, fuck your cock right up my fucking fanny ... Go on let me help you..." at this point Fred stopped and let me do the work. I bucked and bucked against him, the others urging me on to "Fuck him"After a few more minutes he pulled out and Gordon took his place, Then Peter lastly ... they all fucked me doggy style as I swore at them and they all urged me on..."I want you up my arse as well" I shouted at.