He lied. He was using me and we broke up two weeks ago. He intended to be at the party with his wife. That’s why I don’t want to be there. I might... make a scene and tell her what a bastard he is.’ ‘I’m sorry, Belinda.’ ‘Sorry for what, Alan? Sorry that you’re probably the only one in the whole office who didn’t know that Henry was fucking me and cheating on his wife?’ ‘No. It’s not surprising that I didn’t know. We aren’t in the same circles. I’m sorry that you have been hurt. You didn’t deserve. I went to their home next day that is Saturday. She was very happy seeing me and the function was very good and had to stay at their house for 2 days at night she was sleeping the next room where I was, I was not getting sleep so came out of room at 12:30 and suddenly saw her sitting. I told aunt what are you thinking now. She told she is feeling lonely so I told talk to me. She asks to come to her room to talk as she was feeling lonely as someone might see in the hall. We sat and spoke for. I'd never heard Steph beg to be fucked in her ass, let alone heard her call it her poop chute, her dirt road, her Hershey Highway. I'd never heard her use the words cunt, snatch or fuck hole. She cried out for them to give her their splooge, their dick snot, their jizz and their junk. She pleaded with all of them to get her pregnant (even though her tubes had been tied), knock her up, give her a fat belly. She was especially hot for the black guy to get her pregnant."Imagine my hubby's face. It’s lovely country here, it would be churlish to deny entry to anyone who wanted to enjoy this beauty.’ Abby looked across at James to see if he had that little grin on his face, and was surprised to see that he was being totally serious. She lightened the mood. ‘So the wicked Squire does have a social conscience.’ She knew that James would be grinning now, and waited for the retort. It wasn’t a long wait. ‘Social conscience is merely a nice way of avoiding the truth that I cannot afford to.