I was vaguely aware that my robe had been removed and I’d been carried across the room. Eric laid me on my back on what used to be called ‘the wor...kbench’ — a heavy table that Gerald had constructed to accommodate various restrictions to my movement. It was about the size of a doctor’s exam table, but much heavier and bolted to the floor. His strong hands tugged on my hips, urging me downward. ‘Scoot down.’ I wiggled toward him until I was in the position all women know: knees to my chest, my. It felt like I had shot buckets of cum down her throat. She moaned softly as she swallowed it all down.I finally pulled free from her mouth, spent and drained of my cum and energy.I stumbled backward.Suddenly, things were a little awkward. I pulled up my pants.Dave and Sue were both lying on the lounge chair, with Sue curled up in his arms."Uhh, thanks," I said, sounding so stupid as the words came out."No, man, thank you," Dave said. "We'll have to do this again sometime."I laughed, "Yeah," I. I think I will leave it at that. Know this. If I find out this is a ruse to nail me, you and many others will suffer long and painfully. I'm not a man to be trifled with."Pete continued for me, "I've known Gary for several years. He's the most loyal and trusted friend I have. He's helped my business and put Fey through medical school. I owe him everything, including my life. I'm going to give you three pieces of advice because, like it or not, your life has taken a big right turn."Don't trust. Jake’s mansion was in the middle of nowhere, he had no neighbors for miles, they would never be found there and if by some chance they were, he knew with out a doubt, Jake had his back. Jake was his favorite cousin, he was a loyal, brutally honest, sadistic, overly aggressive, bad ass mutha fucker! And he had every right to be, growing up with the very devil for a father, a man who made Dorian Stone, Diago’s father, look like a pussy cat. Unfortunately for them, Jake wasn’t home, and Diago.