"I waited."I can't date, can't go to a game or dances, not even a movie. Every Saturday night he come into my bedroom and makes me let him examine my ...hymen. He says if I lose it, he'll kill me, that I have to stay a virgin until I marry Fauyd. That's the man's name, Something ben Fauyd. I'll be eighteen in two months." He checks your hymen?" I said. "You mean he looks?" He pokes, with his forefinger." She looked away."Does you mother know?"She shook her head."OK," I said, "I'll take you back to. Asshole got arrested for assault and the counseling sessions ended right there. After that the divorce was a slam dunk. And this is Mom’s car. I haven’t found anything I like yet.”I was sitting there clenching and unclenching my hands, thinking about how much I’d like to have them wrapped around his neck right that particular minute. Debbie saw and took my hands in hers. Then she grinned. “Don’t worry. He hits like a bitch. I didn’t even get a bruise.”“Just because he’s a pussy don’t make it. Clients are upset for one reason or another. I am on the phone dealing with stuff since the day started. You text me a picture of you from work, beautiful as always. You have a smile on your face and happiness in your brown eyes.You ask how my day is going, I tell you OK, but you sense that something is off.You ask again, remind me that I told you I would always be honest, so I mention the problems but say it is no big deal.I am home alone for the week, something that doesn’t happen often.. There is something so erotic about having a big hard cock pumping in and out of my pussy while I look down at the man. I really love that. I like to watch his face change expressions as my pussy makes the sensations change."When I was finished, I took her to my bed where she willingly climbed on top of my flagpole and fucked my brains out. The faint scent of lilacs mixed with the hot smell of sex was a heady aroma that set my senses to reeling. I pumped a fresh load of hot sticky sperm into her.