Mmmm. My body tingled. They weren’t new - Justine had worn these; this material had once pressed against her pussy. My breath caught as I wanked my ...cock harder and faster. I very rarely masturbated while standing up and I couldn’t remember the last time I had actually orgasmed while standing. My head swam and I allowed myself to sag forward, my face pressing against Justine’s jumper, my cock inside her panties, my imagination allowing my fingers to rub her crotch. There was so much filth flying. He wasn’t trying to write. He’d lost interest in the music business. There didn’t seem to be much point. But today he’d happened to wander into his office for something and remembered that he probably should take a look. There wasn’t much. It had been months since he’d sent anyone an email and the spam filtering software he’d installed took care of most of the junk. There were a few things. He opened one from someone named Melissa Fleming. Hello Daniel Burnham, I found your email address online. "SHUT UP, CUNT!" he roared manfully as he gripped her hair and dragged her, screaming and protesting, to their bedroom.Slamming her down on the mattress, he imediately began slapping her across the face: forehand, backhand, forehand, backhand, repeatedly."WHAT ARE YOU?" he demanded. "WhWha---" SLUT!" he yelled, and then proceeded to rip every stitch of clothing off her unwilling body."P-P-Percy," she sobbed, "why are you d-doing this to me?" You think I didn't SEE YOU whore? You were on your. “ “Okay Jeff but the discussion has to remain calm and respectful. I will not be yelled at, cursed at or any of that. I just won’t stay and take that.” “Okay, I’m sorry about all that before Audrey; I lost it for a few minutes is all.” “All right Jeff, I’m listening. What is going on with you?” “First of all, you have to admit that what’s happening here is not what I ‘signed on’ for back when all this started. Being told to wear a condom was very upsetting to me because it seemed a.