Her hands were braced on the front of my thighs, she trusted herself to one hand and grabbed my dick with the other. As the bed swayed she pulled hard...er as if it was a handle on a train. Somehow I swelled and stretched to even greater length. She moved further back, her tongue trailing into my butt crack, and then she let go of my thighs and pulled apart my cheeks, pressing her nose to my coccyx, and rimming me with her tongue. I groaned as a bead of come crawled out of me, hanging off the end. "Just that. We should never had married." For how long were you married?" Almost three years. Two years longer than we should, actually. We didn't even cheat on each other. We were too tired from fighting with each other. One day I just walked out of the apartment. I went to a hotel, sat in front of the window for most of the night, and we got a divorce." Oh," she said. "It must be awful to go through a divorce." It wasn't much worse than going through our marriage," I said, before I could. I was super-jealous when you showed up, but not anymore. You’re so sexy, and cool, and so beautiful!”“I must apologize to you, “ I found myself saying. “I really wanted to hate you. I was afraid you were trying to steal him from me.”She smoothed her dress and took another draw on the pipe, handing it to me. “I was,” she half-coughed out. “I’m so happy this is legal now!”“But not anymore?”“Oh that’s right, you’re new! Glade pretty much has his pick of the girls here. You just have to hope that. What I want from you will leave you a lot more time, and a lot more money, to pursue that dream. Hell, it may even inspire you.''Being your whore is going to inspire me?''Well, certainly more than slaving away in a windowless office 40-50 hours a week. You don't have any experience, so you won't even be making a lot of money for selling your soul. All I want is your body. But let me be clear...you wouldn't be my whore. I would own your body. You'll get plenty of time to borrow it to pursue your.