The publically available information about Shrewswood Terrace was nearly non-existent. They were somewhat remote and very mysterious, up in the hills ...verlooking the redwoods about ten miles from the nearest large town. They were a walled and gated community that didn't tolerate strangers, burglars or paparazzi with telephoto lens cameras. The property itself was technically all owned by the Terrace Association, thus keeping the names of its 'leasing' residents private and confidential. They. We repaired to a conveniently vacant table, supped drinks for a while in companionable silence. Or silence, anyway.I broke the ice with some formal reintroductions but May saved the day by being exceptionally charming - probably, I realised, the secret of her success, professionally. Debbie relaxed very quickly and was soon sharing her news: Her boss had agreed to the suggestion that she should relocate for the immediate future - with a subtle barb or two about her risking going native or. It had been a long time since he had been used. Jerry waited, his ass hungry. Suddenly he heard someone behind him. Then without warning or lube it was in him. Like the QB of highschool a short fat cock ripped into him in sharp stabbing strokes. Jerry was very keen but the act was so brutal that he could only call it a rape. The rape lasted only a few short all too brief minutes before Jerry was flooded deep with a thin watery load of cum that eased the burning. The cock was ripped from his. Neither would tell me a thing about it so, clearly, it was serious.My father had persisted in suggesting character flaws in Jeff. Was it out of concern for me?Jeff had persisted in suggesting my father was up to something; trying to break us up. Was he just setting the stage to counter my father's future allegations against him? Was he trying to get me so suspicious of my father that I wouldn't believe anything he said? Had he convinced me there was a conspiracy and brought me into the battle.