" Went well?" Debbie started to rise to the bait. "How can you say that? Okay, okay, I'll stay polite, I believe you are who you say you are, and you ...obviously control me utterly. But what went well? I just let two perfect strangers violate me, pump their (retch) semen into my mouth and vagina! Besides being unfaithful to Dan, I'll probably get pregnant, or AIDS, or both! How could you make me do that?" I do it because, I can do it. And I enjoy the hell out of it. And you know better than to. ’ ‘Good, here is your credit card back. I hope you and your family enjoy your stay here. Let me know if there is anything else I can do to help you.’ ‘Thank you, my wife and kids are meeting me at the dress store to get different clothes.’ ‘Great, see you later.’ ‘See you later.’ After all the guests had been in to take care of their bills, I went to work on my own chores. I set about to bake some biscuits for dinner, rolling out the dough and using an old metal can to cut the dough into. Still I take it and analyse it. “Did he just call me needy in a round the houses kind of way?” my inner voice asks and then I smile to myself. Where is the bloody on/off button for my brain? “Do you want my cock in your arse?” you ask me and I nod ever so slightly, some might say I’m as stubborn as the tightest arse. “You’d better get sucking then!” you say unbuttoning your flies and presenting your semi hard cock to me. I fall to my knees willingly and wonder silently why I’m drawn to such a. More and more frequently I found myself alone in our penthouse in Cambridge, resentful of what at the time I thought was her obsessive career. When she was at home, she was always exhausted. She never refused me sex, but it was no better than necrophilia, and gradually I stopped bothering. I deeply regretted selling the house in Tiburon because I would have surely gone there. I doubt very much that separation would have shocked her into change, and divorce would have inevitably followed. I find.