I was incredibly aroused and couldnt help but start playing with myself. My bedroom door was open, but no one was home, and Id hear the girls get back...anyways. Plus, what the fuck did I care, I knew what had gone down in my home last night, so what if Sophia saw me naked, even saw me watching a video of her and my daughter. She wouldnt/couldnt do anything without admitting what she had done, plus hers was on tape and mine wasnt. Julia kept looking over at Sophia, but she was clueless. So she. It meant Sarah had to change jobs, but she didn't mind. Sarah never seemed to mind anything. She was always supportive.I told myself everything was great and I think I almost convinced myself. I had a great job, a great wife, a great future. I was a tiger in the court room; most court battles have to do with control and I was always in control. I was perceptive and forceful; I was ready for the bright future.A little over a year ago, though, I started realizing that I was unhappy. I know, silly. They seemed to be focused on the sixth guy between my legs. “MMMMMHHHHHHH!” I was thrashing my arms and legs as hard as I could, but there six men holding me. I couldn’t break free. I struggled with all my strength, but I felt my energy ebbing away, and then blackness.When I woke up I was lying on the floor and my head was cradled in a boy’s lap who was sitting on the floor. He was looking down at me with a very concerned look in his eyes. “Patricia. Patricia. Are you OK? Can you hear me?”I. “It was a soiled top anyway. No point in creating extra laundry, right?” mom reasoned out.We carried on getting to our destination. We got to the town we wanted to be at around 3:00pm, and drove right through the town to the local truck stop. It was a motel that a lot of truckers tended to stop at, and we loved it here. Mom parked, reached over to her bag that she’d packed, and pulled out the items. Inside were a camera, which she handed to me, a mini skirt, a tube top that belonged to my.