It was ten minutes past dinner time by the time I was dropped off by the police car at my digs at Mrs McPherson’s lodging house, but she managed to ...ustle up something, no doubt to avoid rebating any of my weekly rent, which included a limited amount for laundry and daily hot meals. The rest of her guests were still at the dining table, dining on the remnants of smoked haddock and boiled cabbage. This fare was all that the landlady could gather from our collective ration books, which we had. Eventually, in a very quiet and nervous voice, he said, "I'm sorry for what I did, Mr Jenkins. It won't happen again."I was thinking that Mark probably wasn't one hundred percent responsible for what happened--Tiffany also seemed to be enjoying their romp on the bed--until I yelled at them.Tiffany shut herself in her room for a couple days. I finally demanded that she come to meals and become a part of the family as she had been before "the incident," as I called it. She seemed broody and. The cab had been waiting at the curb. Rachel gave the driver her invitation card with the address on it. Co-ordinates pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted barn in Chalfont Saint Peter in rural Essex. Robert paid the driver and secured his services for the return journey later in the evening.Her tickets were checked at the door by two very large men in black suits and black ties that looked like they might be strangling the muscle bound guys. Robert thought. Then, bending over, Marc again sniffed my mouth.“Still smells like an ashtray,” he announced, as he lifted his torso. “Definitely going to need some more cleaning,” Marc concluded.The guys now swapped positions. With my head in Marc’s hands, Josh took up station before me. Unlike Marc who was cut, Josh had a really ample cock-snout on his fat uncut knob. As Josh began pissing my entire head was sprayed with piss. He was also more animated than Marc and doused my entire body, before frequently.