The divorce is painfully slow, meetings about this and that are beginning to feel like a hot sweaty day covered in glue rolling through broken glass! ...I get home and pretend that my c***dren are still there I hear ghostly laughs, feet running across the floor, and faded images of laughing faces, although only in my mind’s eye, I have a hole in my life, the sound of the quiet is so loud! Sunday morning comes early the blanket of night has not lifted yet I roll off the bed still dressed in my. She's the boss's kid, R. Robert hisself.Holy shit. What a body. Look at those legs, those gorgeous tits. I got t'have some of that.No way. Sorry. Forget it.Come on, that's prime nooky.Not a fucking chance, no sir.And that was how it started. I did some digging and some honest research for a change and found out that she was Melissa, and indeed the senior partner's one and only child, a nineteen-year-old graduate of a second level British college now working on a law degree.Some more digging and. . .You won’t allow it. This is all about YOU, and my pleasure (if it occurs) is completely by accident. Face down, ass up, I drift away to another place but I can’t avoid the slapping sound of your body slamming into mine or the feeling of your swollen balls meeting mine with every push. And then . . . . . . the pay off. Lying there . . . gagged, handcuffed . . . feminized and emasculated . . . willingly taking another man’s cock into my body, allowing him to use me as his personal fuck-toy;. I couldn’t help myself. The words just poured out of my mouth of their own volition. “That's it, clean my pussy. Get all of Rocky's cum out of my fucking pussy. Every drop of his cum,” I growled to Charles, shocked at my own verbalizations. Charles pulled me harder against his face and as I reached back to grasp his dick, finding it hard as steel and not minutes after I'd just swallowed his full load. It was what I needed. I relaxed and cummed blissfully on Charles’s face. I spewed,.