Judge Hernandez lit into him like a hot buzz saw going through cold butter. What didn’t melt went flying off in a zillion different directions.“Mr.... Coswell, this court and the State of Florida find your behavior offensive, illegal, and reprehensible. You have been proven and judged guilty by a jury of your peers to spousal abuse and aggravated stalking with intent to induce suicide the woman that was your wife. You apparently have no shame.“Accordingly, this court sentences you to twelve years. And I need to say it now."She thought that Ron was going to once more affirm his love for her.This was going to be harder than she wanted it to be. She meekly said,"Ok go ahead and say what you have to say."Ron took a drink of his Coca Cola and then began his speech. "Beth wehave been friends for a long time. You have been a great friend forme. You have always been there for me. You have done so much for me.You are a wonderful Christian woman. You would make a great girlfriendand one day a. I had a very active sexual life with my wife, having sex 3 -4 times a week. The only problem with my wife was she was a loud moaner. It is very much arousing for me and I loved it when she moaned and screamed so loud when we made love but the problem was both my MILs and SILs rooms were pretty close and I knew they could hear the humping. I knew my SIL if not my MIL would be itching desperately as it had been well over a yer for her. After one of our such sessions, I asked my wife abou this:Me. “Suck it!” commanded one of them as I sucked her strapon.“Deeper!” ordered the other as I switched to her toy.This went on for a while. I knew it was a pointless maneuver, yet I was desperate to keep the fantasy going for as long as possible. But each time one of those large plastic members slid past my lips, a little more arousal was lured to my body. As much as I struggled to keep it at bay, it eventually convinced me the time had come to escalate things.“Fuck me,” I finally begged, moments.