Its not long before my pleasure is interrupted by 2 hands on my hips pulling me up and round onto my knees, still with a hard cock in my mouth, my leg... are forced open, and again 2 fingers are inserted deep in my hole, this time more forcefully, making my gasp as he adds another finger, stretching my tight hole, each gasp is met with the cock in my mouth being forced deep into the back of my throat. Gagging hard as he hits the back of my throat again, I pull my head up, look into the face of. He asked me a few times if I had cheated on him. When I asked him what brought that up he said that he knew I flirted with his buddies and other guys when we went out."Paul, I have never cheated on you and never will. Yes, I flirt a little but it's nothing. I would never do anything to hurt or embarrass you." I wondered if drinking made him feel insecure. Or, worse, that he had cheated on me and thinks I've cheated on him.I have not and do not plan on it. I love Paul.Our life has been a good. There were no other opportunities over the next couple of years as I was involved with one guy after another. Then my boyfriend at the time asked me to go to this lake house for weekend with some other couples he knew. I had met one of the couples and liked them. He and I had just started a sexual relationship and they all planned to do some water skiing which I love to do, so I accepted. There were two other couples, one of which was married, and we all settled our things into our rooms once. It was simply a place to lay my head. I bought a used Subaru Outback with four wheel drive and got it insured. I was mobile again.The end loader and dump trucks came to demolish and remove the remains of the old buildings. Under the watchful eye of the architect, a surveying team staked out the slabs. The end loader got busy digging out the footings for the house and the brick barn, as well as digging the hole for the septic tank. Forms went up and beds of gravel went down. The welders framed.