”“Ryan and Marcos?” I asked.“Yeah,” he said. “They were the first ones I came out to... I figured they’d know what to do.”I couldn’...t argue with his logic. Part of me wished he hadn’t told them, considering they were our frat brothers. But I wasn’t going to argue; after all, they were gay too. “How much did you tell them? I-I mean, about us—”“I didn’t tell them that part,” he said. “I just said I thought I liked guys. I mean, I don’t know if they saw through it or what. Fuck, I barely. Douglas walked up behind her and now it was clear that her ass was for Douglas only. At first, he smacks her ass with his hand and then he asked for a leather strap. One of the men gave him a heavy black leather strap use for whipping. Douglas started whipping her ass. He said it was to loosen her up for what was coming next. When my wife’s ass was good and red from the whipping he dropped the strap on the floor and Douglas started fucking her ass over and over. His enormous and think cock. Wexler still had that strong right hand around Grayson’s neck. The Glock was still in his other hand.He said, “I’m ready.”Moving swiftly, efficiently, Wexler let go of Grayson, transferred the Glock to his right hand and aimed the barrel at Ash’s chest. Wexler moved surely, carefully.Grayson stood, loosening her shoulders, craning her neck, rubbing at the soreness in her throat. She looked steadily at Ash, over to Wexler, back to Ash. She patted his arm and left the interrogation room, stepping. "I'm sure you're right," said Erika, opening her German dictionary with a puzzled expression. "I've not heard that word before. How do you spell that?" It's French." Oh! Well, I can't be bothered with French words. The French can't even fight a good war. Why should I be bothered with their stupid language? They're just a bunch of stupid, garlic-eating, fat asses! And they smell, too!"Tanneka didn't dare ask on what concrete evidence Erika based her comments. As far as she could see, Erika had.