Her eyes almost popped from her head, he was in so deep. She could feel him everywhere. Any minute now, he could shoot up and out of her mouth. She wa...tched as he grunted harder and harder. Feeling him get harder (if that was even possible) she screamed knowing he was about to cum. He thrust into her one last time and came, squirt after squirt of thick creamy liquid streaming in her pussy. Tears ran down her pretty cheeks as she realized she wasn’t going anywhere. He could kill her or keep her. .all because of that bitch Sylvia she had humiliated him, and he'd let it fester for two long. He undid his silk tie, hung it up then unbuttoned his shirt and folded it neatly into a plastic bag labelled for in-house laundry. Standing in his socks and thong, he slipped on a courtesy dressing gown and waited for his tea and snack too arrive.....his mind drifting back to the fateful day when an interview had gone so terribly wrong. For months after, he'd waited for the dreaded knock on the. .. She wagged her head as she thought about her husband, and about the past few months.Michael had gradually stopped showing any affection for her, or even any interest in her. He spent more and more time away from her, ministering to his "flock," visiting the sick, the infirm, the aged, preparing his sermons. And sex--forget about it. She gave out a sardonic little chuckle.From the first day of their marriage, Michael had been squeamish, finicky, prudish when it came to sex. It almost seemed. "Further up in the hills, is where we must go, but before we get going, give me a show, lay back in the grass and pull up your dress, by the time we are finished, you'll be in a mess"With that I pushed her on to her back, sitting quietly on a fallen log, I watch as she slowly inches up her dress, stopping with every noise she hears, wanting to please, yet so very scared of being discovered, finally, dress up around her waist she nervously inches two fingers between her thighs, the wetness of.