I had plan, a plan to correct the injustice of the past. My father, Samuel James Gorman worked like a slave for many years and tonight he may not get even, but he will get his revenge. He works for William Trent and they were best friends in High School. The Trent family at the time was the wealthiest in town. Will's father, Charles, owned Trent electronics, the largest TV and radio store in our town. His father would give his son and my dad jobs during the summer at the store.

Of course Will was mostly inside sales help while my father sweated it out in the loading dock for half the money. My dad didn't mind much since he needed the money. He had a girl in school he really liked, Heather March, they had a few dates and she said they could go to the senior prom together. So my dad saved every penny so he could rent a tux for that evening.

During the new fall term and senior year things changed. Heather became more beautiful and filled out in all the right places. Will took notice too and soon enough Heather gave into his advances and they both went to the prom together while my father sat home.

Eventually Will took over Trent Electronics, married Heather and hired my dad to help him. My father suggested opening a second store and worked out a deal with a small manufacturing company to sell there new computers called Apple. In ten years they opened 35 stores nationally and when they opened them in Canada and Europe they changed the name to Trent International.

My father made that company but it was Will that controlled the stock. When he took the company public he gave my father only 500 shares of stock. My father had the title of Vice President of Marketing, but others were promoted and paid more.

I hated Will Trent his wife, his perfect life and the fact that he stole the life my father should have had. My dad is too mild mannered and good natured to see this. Whenever I bring it up, usually after a beer or two, he tells me that he is happy and feels no animosity toward Trent. I know different. Although he loved my mother before her death a few years ago, I have seen the way he looks at Heather Trent, probably the same way he looked at her when he was just 18.

Well now I am 19 and I will get my father's due. The beginnings of my plan hatched 9 months ago when I was drunk. I stole a car and stared at the bright shinny Trent International store on Shepherd St. I aimed the car right through the front window. Needless to say, this was not my part of the plan, that came when I was sent to jail for 6 months and met Nicky and Lou. They took a liking to me and being professional felons they took me under their wing.

When I was released I apologized to my father and he made me promise him to go the straight and narrow way. He got me a job at Trent International working the mail room at the corporate headquarters. Every day at work I saw the portrait of the Trent family in the lobby. Will and Heather Trent as well as their 20 year old son, Chip and their 18 year old daughter, Sandra. Both children went to fancy private schools, Sandra was beautiful, and my father told me she was the spitting image of Heather at that age. The guys in the mail room tell me she is the biggest bitch and snob on the planet.

All this time I was planning and the final straw fell. In the mail room I heard some executives talking how Chip upon graduation of Yale this summer was going to take over as VP for Marketing and my father would be forced into retirement.

Will was going to break the news gently to my father tonight; he had invited him over for dinner with his family.

As I drove my father to the Trent estate he recognized something was on my mind. He asked if everything was okay. I admit I was slightly nervous, and constantly looked in the rearview mirror to make sure the car with Nicky and Lou was still behind us.

We entered the iron gate and both cars slipped in. My father did not notice and we walked to the door, as it swung open. The butler, a short middle aged Mexican, greeted us. As we walked in my, my father exchanging pleasantries with Will and Heather, the butler fell back to the floor. Nicky and Lou, wearing ski masks, pushed there way into the house bearing pistols.

"No one make a sound and no one will get hurt " menaced Nicky

Mr. Trent started to protest but Lou pulled out a nasty large black pistol and pointed it at Trent's nose.

"Like I was saying, no noise, do what we say and no one gets hurt." Lou ushered us all into the formal sitting room. Nicky then pulled out some rope and started tying all the men's hands behind their backs, the women he tied their hands in front, no one seemed to notice the difference they all stared at Lou's gun and whispered "please no".

Nicky went into the kitchen and pulled out a plump Mexican woman, she turned out to be the butler's wife. I was the last to be tied and as according to plan, I turned on Nicky and punched him in the face. I leaped toward Lou and the gun but I missed and Lou hit me in the back of the head with the pistol butt and I fell, pretending to be unconscious.

"Any more heroics like that and the survivors will be planning funerals, if you all survive"

Nicky asked where the cash and jewelry was and Trent easily gave in and directed Nicky to the upstairs master bedroom. When he came back down with his pockets stuffed and carrying some socks. He then placed a rolled up sock into each person's mouth.

"okay folks, we are now going to play a game. It's called 'how not to go to jail' and this is how it's played..."

Nicky then took out a camera while Lou tucked the gun into his jeans and pulled out a sharp switch blade knife.

"You see we take some embarrassing, incriminating photo's which get released to your friends, family and co-workers should we get arrested and one of you testify against us."

Lou then walked over to Heather Trent and cut the straps to her dress and slit it down the front. He then slashed the bra and panties and she was naked. I was still feigning unconscious but had to squint an eye open to watch. For a 40 yr old woman with two kids, she looked fabulous. Obviously she had some breast work done, maybe even a face lift, but I started to get a boner, luckily I was lying face down.

Lou then went to the daughter, Sandra, everyone was gagged but you can see their faces turning red with protest. Nicky reminded them that a little humility was better than a little dead.

In moments, everyone was stripped naked and sitting on the floor. Only I was untied and clothed and pretending to be unconscious. Nicky took some pictures he then instructed the butler and my father to sit on the couch. He pulled Heather by her hair and forced her in front of the two men. He pulled out the sock from her mouth and pushed her head into the butler's crotch.

"Now Mrs. Trent, you suck his cock while I take some pictures and if you don't I will have Lou shoot your son in his head."

Lou produced the gun again and put the barrel of the pistol to Chip's head. Heather turned to see.

"Please no, you have want you came for just leave us all alone"

"Listen up whore" Nicky shouted. "suck his dick or your son is dead... NOW!"

Heather looked at the flaccid cock and tears rolled down her cheeks as she bent her head into his crotch and took it into her mouth. The butler soon became hard but before he could cum Nicky pulled her away then into the crotch of my father. Heather did not protest, she looked up at my father's eyes and mouthed the words "I am sorry". My father's cock was already hard from watching her suck off the butler and she swallowed his cock. It seemed to me she was doing a better job than on the butler. My father, always the gentleman turned his head away and up toward the ceiling occasionally closing his eyes and enjoying the blow job.

Nicky looked over at Sandra "little girl you better watch and take notes cause your up next"

At that Heather stopped sucking and said, "no leave her alone"

"Or what?" laughed Nicky

"I'll do anything you say, please just leave her alone"

"Hmmm okay get on this guys cock and fuck him till he cums in your pussy"

"If I do that you will leave her alone?"

Nicky then grabbed her by the hair lifting her up.

"Get on his cock bitch and fuck him... there are no deals... this is my rules"

He pushed her onto my dad and she then put his cock into her pussy and started to move up and down on it. She then lifted her arms over his head and around his neck. She moved quicker and quicker she leaned into my dad as he bowed his head into her large breasts. Mr. Trent had turned his head and had his eyes closed. Sandra was crying had her head in her wrist tied hands. Chip's face was red with anger but he had pulled up his knees to hide the erection he was sporting. The Mexican help were all watching passively as if a movie they had seen many times before.