Any hope I had of remaining in the background was lost. Lost because of a slim fortyish man slipping out the door immediately behind the ambulance cre...w. The local news rag would be putting out an extra in less than a dozen hours—complete with pictures. I was toast. Melissa was the first to confront me."Well!" she said. I felt like a little boy about to get a serious spanking."Yeah, okay, so there was more to my story, my job history than I let on. I had my reasons," I said. She seemed to. .." ? Vinny was havinga good time teasing the fuck outa this newly slutted bitch. "You gotta beglike a horny whore, you dumb cunt." And she did. For ten minutes shegroveled on her knees rubbing her face in the crotch of his pants, beggingneedily for the honor of lubricating his dick with her tongue, then pushing herhead forward to take his manhood all the way down her throat and ejaculate hisseed into her gullet. ? And that's whatshe did. The stupified slut did it twenty times that night. Once. Things changed between the three of us after that. We displayed less modesty around the house, leaving our clothes off at times. There was no tension when Gary and I were nude together. Patty would kiss or fondle either of us in passing. I still slept on the couch, but left the undies off, hoping for another invitation.That didn’t exactly happen. But we spent hours discussing our feelings about it all for the first few days after it happened. From some of the things Gary said, I got the itch to. The terrible rattling sounds erupted from Xena’s throat again. Her classical features were becoming contorted beyond recognition as stroke succeeded stroke, marching ever upwards. “Keep the smoking sticks ready,” called out Venetia. They had got about halfway up Xena’s thighs and were getting to the fuller, softer and most tender regions. Swick... swick! Swick... swick! Together the agonising wire rods sliced again and again into the helpless flesh. Swick... swick! Swick... swick! Xena could be.