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request.  Aside from those times, though, I've made
sure to avoid him whenever possible.  He doesn't seem as angry anymore, maybe
all of his rage shot out with his cum and washed down the drain that day.  Who
knows.  I'm still keeping my distance.  Ever since I saw that side of him I
tend to think of him like a caged tiger.  All quiet and content most of the
time but if you let your guard down for a minute he'll tear your throat out
without a second thought.  He did corner me at one point and told me that he
had a surprise for me.  The way he said it, though, made me feel like it wasn't
going to be the kind I was going to like.
     
    Aside from that, nothing special really
happened.  I took a few loads in the mouth through the hole, I had a shower
with a big black trucker that liked sticking a soapy finger up my ass while he
fucked my wet pussy against the tile wall, but other than that there was
nothing to really write in detail about.  It's actually been kind of a slow
week but I'm not too upset about that.  I think of it almost like a vacation,
since I don't really get days off.
     

Week 11
     
     
    Every time I think that I've sunk as low
as I'm going to go, something new surprises me.   This week my limits were
tested once more.  And yet again, it was by Frank.
     
    I woke up the other day to my fat boss
pounding on my door.  I looked at my watch and it was already 10 AM so it
wasn't that unreasonable, although most of the time my encounters with truckers
took place later in the day.  I dreaded opening the door, unsure what kind of
mood he would be in today.  When I opened it up, though, the big man was
grinning ear to ear.  It was almost scarier than when he was glowering at me.
     
    "I'm having some friend's over
tonight," he said.  "We're going to play some poker and have some
drinks and we'll expect some entertainment."  It was clear that the
entertainment was to be me.  I just nodded at him, unsure what he expected me
to say.  Did he want me to say no so he could get mad at me again?  I wasn't
going to give him the satisfaction.  If I could fuck a bunch of random
truckers, I could fuck his stupid fat friends just as easily.
     
    "Be ready around seven."  He
gave a little chuckle and then turned his massive body around.  I watched him
waddle away and I stuck my middle finger up at him as he went.  I shut the door
to my room and got back into bed.  I slept for another couple of hours.
     
    Time passed quickly as I dreaded each
passing hour more.  Frank's friends started arriving at about five and they all
disappeared into his little office.  I saw he had set up a card table in there
and had a case of beer sitting on his desk.  From what I could see, there were
six of them altogether, including Frank, and each one fatter or uglier than the
next.  I could see why they needed someone like me.   I'd be surprised if any
of them had any sort of girlfriend, never mind a wife.
     
    Eventually seven o'clock came around and I
wandered over to the office.  The guys were in the midst of playing poker and I
could see more than half of the beer was already gone so they were all probably
feeling pretty loose.  Frank looked up from behind a big stack of chips and
frowned at me, checking his watch.  One of the other guys saw me standing in
the doorway and turned to Frank.
     
    "Hey Frankie, is that the girl you
promised us?" he asked.
     
    Frank nodded.  "It is, but you know
we have a pretty good game going here," he said. 
     
    One of the other guys stuck and elbow in
the first one's ribs as he added "Ya good for Frank, cuz he's got all the
money!"  They both laughed a bit, but they were eyeing the stack of chips
in front of their host just the same.
     
    "Listen boys," said Frank. 
"If we all take a turn fucking this bitch we'll ruin the game and our
night.   Each of us will have to wait around and who wants sloppy seconds
anyway - cuz I'm first if that's the way it's going down."
     
    They