Meanwhile, Rico was still on top of the metal table, buck naked, covered in urine and semen, with both hands securely handcuffed together, as he heard the minivan drive away outside the warehouse, when I'm sure the horrible realization had to have hit him like a rock, that he was going to have to get himself out of this unsavory predicament somehow. And although my family never heard from Rico again, he eventually ended up becoming one of the most notorious rapists in the Austin, Texas area. What made him so notorious was that, after that session with us in the old warehouse, Rico stopped raping women, and abruptly switched over to raping men. More specifically, he preyed on older heterosexual Latino men. The Hispanic community gave him the nickname of "El Puto", which roughly translates from Spanish to mean "The Male Whore". According to the Austin police detective who finally captured him, Rico liked to cross-dress, and was quite convincing at playing the role of a woman--albeit a flat-chested one--thanks to his God-given effeminate facial features and slender body type. So Rico would go out to amateur the bars, while tits dressed as a woman, and troll for inebriated Hispanic men. After he would pick up an elderly male victim at a bar, Rico would take that man miles away from the city, to a dilapidated barn that was located on his uncle's sprawling, 120-acre hunting lease property. And he would tie his victim's ankles down with women's pantyhose. And then Rico would urinate on his victim while making that poor man jack off in front of him, before he would forcefully butt-fuck Hardcore the crap out of him (without using any type of lubricant--not even saliva), and finally force his victim to suck his feces-and-blood covered dick until he came inside the poor guy's mouth, all the while threatening to cut off his victim's penis with his switchblade knife if that victim didn't cooperate with him completely. And even though Rico's male victims would inevitably scream and carry on, it didn't really matter, because they were so far out in the country that no one was around to notice their desperate calls for help. Mind you, pov this was the very same man that my wife had fallen head-over-heels in love with, after Rico had gotten her pregnant while raping her in a hotel room, right in front of me. Go figure... But I guess I really shouldn't complain about that too much, because I still feel guilty about the fact that I ended up raping my own wife too in that hotel room, right after Rico and Henry did. Frankly, I don't know what got into me, but at the time, gang-banging my wife with two other guys in that hotel room just felt like the right thing to do. And to this day, Sally doesn't hold it against me either. My wife understands male sexuality--and what makes men "tick"--much better than the vast majority of women out there do. And I should know, because I have been the direct beneficiary of that "understanding" on many occasions in the past. Not only that, but Sally later confessed to me that her getting forcibly gang-banged in the hotel room that night had ended up being a real turn-on for her, because it had allowed her to live out one of her most-exciting, life-long rape fantasies. Once again, go figure... CHAPTER 7 - The Linda Factor I just happened to be in the kitchen with Sally helping her round up all the ingredients for her yummy lasagna when Linda called her that Wednesday evening at around 6:00 PM. As far as I knew, Sally hadn't heard from her best friend, Linda, since Linda's bad experience in the hotel room, a little over a month before. And I understood why. Sally had kind of blown off her best friend, towards the end of the night, in favor of Rico and his passionate Latin lovemaking--which frankly, shocked and surprised just about everyone in the hotel room girlfriend that night, including yours truly. Here's a quick recap of what took place that fateful night in the hotel room: I discreetly check my grindr and I realize I am pretty much alone. And then his eyes girlfriend shot open. “Do you want to tits fuck my ass?” she asked. The hammer crashed into the amulet. When she figured out it wouldn't poison her, she pursed her mouth and slipped down over the head. Thought Deb, "More, MORE! When she took it in her mouth I couldn’t help groaning. you are one of the prettiest girls I've met?" Ten minutes later we strolled downstairs dressed in jeans, casual shirts, and light jackets. She pulled back again, a pov wet ‘pop’ resounding as the cock knob once amateur again escaped the desperately grasping embrace of my anus. Ealaín – The Adamant Palace, The Astral Realm I was lost for words, feeling the blood rush in my ears! He went limp as he Hardcore swam in the pleasure. She got drunk and wet her bed, so now she’s being treated like a baby.”