Roger was not content to do nothing and decided to buy a boutique hotel in the country, which he then transformed into another highly successful busin...ess.I did not see much of Uncle Roger as I was growing up, but being my godfather, he played a decisive part in my life. To be more exact, a financially motivated role given my mother’s flippant attitude to parenting and career choices. If it hadn’t been for Uncle Roger, we would not have had food on the table or a roof over our heads. He was. The fun wasn’t over for him. Will rolled my limp body so that I was on my stomach and, without so much as a lubricant, shoved his now-erect penis up my ass. He made me get on my knees and bend over so that he had the best angle to drive it into me. He pounded away, his hard dick hitting my prostate so quickly and powerful that if I weren’t in such emotional and physical pain, I might have climaxed with his climax. But as it went, he just fucked me until cumming into my ass. There was so much. I checked myself out in the mirror and thought how sultry I looked, and I like it. We met Mark at the restaurant and he had met someone at the blackjack table and asked him to come along to eat. He was a light black man, not too black, maybe 6’-2” and about maybe 190lbs. I his name was Alex and he seemed like a really nice guy. Both, Joe, Mark, & Alex were pleasantly surprised at my attire and Alex made several flirting gestures all through dinner. I got the Idea he was “hitting” on me. Peter felt a weight lift from his shoulders that night as glossy prints melted in the flames of his fireplace. Savannah and the girls were already in enough pain and turmoil, now he had protected them from humiliation. It would be day two that he was questioned again by the authorities. The intern, Anthony, had been taken into custody and questioned. He accused the dead Senator of rape, blackmail, and murder, but the accusations fell on death ears when neither Peter or Samuel would back up the.