.. you're the best ever!"She laughed. "Yes, Darling, I know," she said, smiling and squirming, writhing her round buttocks on the down-stroke."But you... think you have me trapped, eh pig?" No... no, I don't. I never wanted you trapped, M'sieu'. I never wanted you at all. You made me what I am." Bitch!" Oui... in French. Exactly... in good old USofA, master." You are a big mouth! You talk too much and say too little," he snarled at her. "How would you like to join the ranks of my swill-pigs, sow?". We didn't know 'bout dry cummin' 'til it started happening." So she told you before hand if you had permission or not?" Sometimes. Sometimes I had ta beg for it." She made you beg for it." she sounded intrigued. "Now there's an idea. The next time you think you're going to orgasm, say 'jelly'. I may let you beg for it. Now, what's this?" Something sharp pointed against my sac."It look like uh scar where uh nail was pushed through?" I asked."Yes."I nodded. "It's the scar where a fish hook was. She slowly began to take more and more of my cock into her mouth, bobbing her mouth up and down on my throbbing meat. She would occasionally pull my cock from her mouth, letting a long string of drool run from her tongue to the tip of my cock. She'd spit onto it, using her small hands to lube up my shaft and continue to please me with her hands. I moaned as she finally took my entire cock into her mouth, forcing it into her throat. My heavy, cum-filled balls were resting on her chin as her. "Around 11:00." Julie said."See you then." Steve said.I listened to that conversation on Sunday. On Monday, I took enough information with me to start filing for divorce based on marital infidelity and went to see a lawyer."Okay John, what reason do you want to use for the divorce?" Dave asked."Marital infidelity." I said."Are you sure, it's really hard to prove in this state." Dave said."Well, maybe you can tell me if this is enough to prove it. Pictures of my wife and her lover in the act, I.