These were large men with well-developed muscles, and they were wearing expensive suits and shoes.“Are you Marianne Riedasel?” their leader asked,... as they approached me.“Yes, I am. What can I do for you?” I asked.“We’re members of the Power Lifters Association, and we saw the interview where you claimed to have eight hundred plus pounds on the bar that you were lifting. We don’t believe that you do or that you could lift eight hundred pounds,” he told me in skeptical voice.“This is the setup. I stopped looking out my window. The giant 'For Sale' sign in their front yard taunted me. I was never going to see Camryn again. Never. Her fucking father was going to kill our baby. When Corey woke up, I would never be able to greet her, hug her, hold her. If she woke up.The only thing keeping me sane was my own parents. They knew me, they understood what I was going through; I think. They brought my meals to my room. They let me be alone. They didn't try mind fucking me, treating me like I. But she loved Daffy Duck and the Roadrunner.Mostly what she did was housework. That woman was a dynamo, cleaning, vacuuming and dusting everything, not to mention mopping, scrubbing the bathrooms, doing laundry and making beds. Since Jody and I were both housework challenged, the place had never looked so clean.Carly's cooking was basically limited to nuking stuff in the microwave. It wasn't that she couldn't handle the stove, but recipes confused her and with her short attention span she was. I slowly got out of my seat, but instead of standing, I went down to my knees with my mouth going straight for the mushroom head of his cock.I bobbed up and down for a few seconds, realizing that I needed to be very careful not to let my teeth touch his cock. While I reassured myself that I could do that, I spent a minute licking up and down his shaft, hoping that he would show signs of enjoyment. My initiative was rewarded by a contented sigh coming from my new friend, signifying that he was.