"Maybe it's just me. I like getting my hands dirty. Things like the Habitat for Humanity. They build houses for people that couldn't afford to build o...r buy their own. My personal satisfaction comes from seeing them come home for the first time. Nothing beats that feeling. That lets me use the skills I learned for work to help others."I heard what he was saying, but I didn't see how the two were different. Instead, I changed the subject by zeroing in on his work. "Speaking of your work, do you. Come straight to the bedroom.- But not for you, I want to - I announced a full , conscious cruelty. - Only on the cock, which I did not even deign to answer .- Oh, and if so ... Well, maybe later?- No , let's go now !When she undressed and gave me a slap , furious . I wanted to touch someone else .... master ! .... - unreachable if - when you most want ...- I first landed . Get out of bed ! On all fours !Her husband stood obediently on the floor on all fours , and I'll simply spral the naked. It hurt worse than anything I’d ever felt in my life. Getting dumped. There’s a reason they call it ‘dumped.’ He was the first boy I’d ever really had feelings for (maybe it was love, but we never got quite that far). All I know is that I was crushed. Literally, it felt like my heart was being crushed. I cycled between anger, sadness, and apathy for about two weeks. Then, something funny started to happen. Since I was no longer having sex regularly, once the sadness started to fade, I suddenly. OMG! It only takes several moments before her eyes get bigger than they have ever been... she starts to panic and gag, her head feels like it is going to explode!... and her lungs are burning. Just when she thinks she is going to pass out from lack of oxygen the black meat she is impaled on explodes into her throat further complicating her plight! She is now gagging and choking, trying to swallow with her nose pinched tight as the most incredible amount of cum shoots almost directly down her.