It all started when I lost my small building business as the recession hit, then my wife ran off with someone else when the house was repossess.It was... better for me to take my mothers advice and come back home than waste money on renting a flat. That’s basically why at the grand age of 38 I am back living with my mother, having my own room was a lot more attractive than sleeping on some friends sofa also. I stared at the ceiling again, wondering how many 38 year olds live at home with their mom. You and your queer husband come back out tonight and bring, let's see, three, no make that four cases of Bud, and oh yeah, bring some chicken. You two can feed us and we'll return the favor. Me and the boys will feed you both; we'll feed you all the cock and cum you two can take. How's that sound, Linda, you game for that? You want to come out tonight and bring the food?"I waited and said, "No, I don't want to come out tonight." Martin then asked, "Well, bitch, when do you want to fucking come. " Yes," he groaned, pushing inside of her. "You are ripe. You're ready, Brianna. You're mine."His chest pressed her knees down toward her breasts, letting him in deeper. She could feel him, feel every ridge and vein of his erection as it slid inside her creamy folds. The same tension that had burst earlier began to coil deep within her as he moved over her. Hard, almost punishing thrusts slammed against her, harsh friction drew her deeper into the trailing web of desire that he wrapped brutally. But she slowly went inside and I left for my flight. After this point, it’s written from her point of view. I know I haven’t told my name yet so just refer me as ‘Virat’. So let’s begin.It was really difficult for me to even take a single step. I was wearing loose clothes and nothing underneath which helped me to walk freely. In my mind, I was regretting telling him to do something to me that I won’t be able to walk for days. Now it became real for me.When I walked inside my warden looked at.