"Now do the same to me," he ordered. I almost cried again. I had never had aman's cock in my mouth, let alone the big, black one of the man who was ab...ut tofuck my wife. "Do it!" he shouted.I licked the baseball bat, running my tongue over the head. Then, I opened mymouth wide and took the tip into it. I rode my head up and down on his cock,faster and faster. My own pathetic cock remained hard while all this was goingon. Again, he stopped me.Will then readjusted Angela on the couch, so she was. They taught me, too. Both in areas I was teaching them, and in things I didn’t quite understand about life and love.Then one night, Jason, Samantha, John, Kelly, and I had a conversation. I had finally been made privy to the family finances; Cheryl had come into this area fairly wealthy; she had several million dollars. She was cheap, and she made some of it stretch, but the truth is the money had started dwindling some years ago; it was one of the impetuses to restart the farm as a farm back. The first few she was with Monica, who looked more than a little tipsy. But in the next few, Semra was in the arms of some stud. I guess it was the guy she was dancing with before. He looked like a rugby player - one you shouldn’t trust with your wife. The first one he held her from behind, his hand brushing the bottom of her tits. The second was the same, but this time he was resting his lips on her cheek. In final one, Semra looked tired but satisfied. Her hair no longer perfect, messy in. After work I stopped in the lobby for some free wine and a salad, the hotel hosted the “welcome home” in the lobby for guests, and it was usually all I needed to get to sleep anyhow. Up to my room, inside I dropped off my tools and laptop, then across the hall and rapped on the door. The security guard, Barbara, opened, and said “hi, come on in, and how was your day”? “Fine”, I replied, the salads were good today in the lobby, and I did manage to sneak a glass of wine out, how was your day”?.