It was not even the police — it was Roger. It made me wonder. I had hardly ever seen him that year. Had he at last stood up against his powerful Dad...dy? Or had his father finally tired of the fucked-out slut I had become? I don't know. I do know that I hadn't seen Count Moreland for weeks toward the end of my roller coaster ride. It was mostly his cronies and business friends that fucked me by then — total strangers, really.I guess Roger hooked me up with the psychotherapist. She was good. Later. I reached the end of the hallway and I decided to peak around the corner and look into the living room. I literally lost my breath and my heart felt like it skipped a beat. My fear was validated. My wife was with my best friend on the couch. Brian was completely naked and lying on his back. My wife was wearing a see through, white neglige without any panties. Jacqueline was straddling him and he had his face buried in her crotch. I could tell by their motions that he was licking and. "Let me open up your sauce for you," she said, and then presented me witha sweet and sour sauce dipping container, and nuggets, that were huge!There were only four of them in the box, but they looked like they wereeach the size of my palm! She placed some apple slices that were evenbigger in the top of the little box and said, "I'll give you your toyafter you eat."I shrugged. "Thanks Mommy," and began attacking the first nugget. Idipped the tip of it in the large sauce container and bit a chunk. She turned and smilled. As if by urch he moved down and began to lick the hot juices from he whore hole. She turned and he eat her leaking juices.now he got dicknd placed it on her bum hole. He fucked it gracefully needing to stop for air so he woudnt ejaculate into her open wombShe vilantly turned breaking his dick. Blood poured everywhere and she masturbated with limp fingers. With an evil smile she sent a text telling Skinner that she had killed the first off the men. little did she know.