"Well, that's all part of being a good hockey player is taking advantage of your opportunities when they come to you. Listen, get out of here and enjo...y your day off Mike!" he instructed me."Ok, Chris, have a good day" I replied laughing.I grabbed a quick shower and left the arena. I stopped for a couple of coffees and a dozen donuts at a familiar looking Tim Horton's just like the one's back home. I carried them in, along with my gym bag and let myself in to my apartment to put my bag away. I. One look at the return address on the package closed my mouth with a click.Helen left, and I opened the package. It was a standard flat document package, like millions of others. However, this one had come from Cynthia. Vaguely, I recalled something about disclosure documents, and that is what these were. I had a moment of amusement when I realized that all the documents referred to things that might happen to me, by Cynthia, and none of the reverse. As I had suspected, this was not a usual. Mere haath uski kamar pe the aur mai khoob maze le rha tha, vo mere lodhe se utri aur apni chut rub karne lagi.Mai pass aaya to mujhe mana karne lagi ki nhi bas ab aur nhi, parr mai kahaa manne vala tha, usko ulta kiya aur kahaa ki chut rub karti reh. Isse pehle vo kuch kahe maine apna lodha uski chut me daal diya aur uska hath pakad ke uski chut pe rakh diya, ek to mera lodha uski chut mei ghus rha aur uska chut ka dana rub ho rha, isse uski chut phir se tapakne lagi. Maine dhakke slow kiye. Would they have sex with her again? She felt so many pains but more than anything her shoulders ached. Every movement pulled painfully on her shoulders. Her personal areas ached from the rough fuck. She suffered bruises and cuts, not serious but all painful. How could they do this? Why did they hate her?The mood of the men was deepening, driven by booze and pot and of course, the sight of the helplesspiece of white meat strung up before their eyes. There was a driving lust. A lust to fuck.