He looks and sees and just says "Brandon, what are you doing????" "Why are you doing this!?!?, why are you going through all of Rachael's clothes and ...underwear?!?!". All I can do at this moment is continue to sit there speechless not making a single sound. "I I I don't know what to do. Rachael is just going to be terrified if I tell her what I'm seeing right now, and hell she'll be pissed as hell and never want to be friends with you ever again." I get up off her bed and get on my knees, still. .. then her demons washed over him. Surprise, shock, agony, and his own fear! More than anything that galvanized her to action, gave her strength.Nobody knew what happened. Nobody told the exactly the same story afterwards. I was there, at least while I was conscious, and I am the last person to ask. I've tried to reconstruct events. Where the stories don't conflict, I have a fair picture, but it certainly isn't all-inclusive.Take Eleanor's eye-witness account:"One moment we were holding. I felt so humiliated and turned on at the same time, I couldn’t help but enjoy his nice thick cock, but I felt so weak and helpless. He began to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth as I wrapped my lips around it, he was really vocal and enjoyed being dominate over me. He kept saying things like, “Umm yeah suck it faggot, and I bet you’ve wanted this for awhile you bitch.” I’m guessing that is because he is in denial himself, I mean he really enjoyed humiliating me, and I liked it for some. Augustine”.I had left Tracy cuddled up on the floor recovering with that damn cucumber still in her pussy. At that moment I wished I were a fly on the wall so that I could hear her explain why the kitchen was torn to shreds and she was covered with spunk with a cucumber in her. However, as much as I wanted to hear this, I remembered how big her husband was and floored it until I was about 3 blocks away.I went home to clean up and get some sleep. I stripped off all my clothes and ran the water.