’ Her husband cooed. He leaned closer and kissed Jillian who returned the sentiment. She did love him, he was a good man. He’d been a good man in ...high school when they met, the kind of guy who had gotten her home from the Promt with her virginity intact. It was easy to love the man who’d been there through everything and never once hurt her, not even a little bit. ‘I have to use the bathroom real quick.’ Jillian muttered pushing her man off her and then rolling from their king sized bed. He. ’ she ordered. He did as he was told and his pants fell tothe ground. She then yanked his underwear down as well. ‘Now get down on your knees virgin bitch!’ she told him as she grabbed her strap-on from the desk. She then set up her laptop to show images of naked women in a slide show in front of him. There were diseased vaginal close-ups as well as intercourse from every imaginable angle, wet over-sized cocks penetrating dirty-looking cunts, men being face-sat and smothered by large, fat. He basically humiliated her in front of her peers, and she hated him for it. She didn’t break in the meeting though, knowing he would relish in her weakness. Luckily, she only had to make it through two more hours, which slowly droned on, as she tried to stay strong and keep the sobs in. Now, as she entered the small piano bar near her apartment in Soho, she just wanted solitude. She sat at a dark table in the corner, and the waitress quickly took her order of a vodka tonic. Allie breathed in. When she checked further there seemed to be other items that to her seemed out of place on this farm. One was for a milk cooler. They didn't have cows. For the moment she decided to keep these things to herself but began to try and trace the items. Phoning the supplier of the cooler, she learned it was delivered to a neighbouring farm, as was another item she checked on. "I guess that's one the reasons we're losing money. Roland is buying stuff on the estate account and selling it on privately..