”“Oh, you would, would you?” I replied and then attempted to change the subject. “So, what’s for dinner?” I asked, trying to change the su...bject. “It smells terrific.”“Braised Lamb” he said, “It won’t be too much longer. Would you like some wine, while we’re waiting?”‘Braised Lamb?’ I thought. ‘Who makes that at home? He really is as good in the kitchen as He is in the bedroom.’“I’d love some wine,” I replied, “as long as You’re having some too.”“I always cook with wine” He added, “and sometimes. “Yes, yes, keep fucking me,” I begged. “Your cock is so good.”John plowed me relentlessly. The room was filled with the sounds of our skin slapping together and my wet pussy swallowing his cock. Sweat was forming on his forehead and chest, and I could smell my scent in the air. He was using me like a fuck doll, and I absolutely loved it. I squeezed my tits through my dress and felt my pussy juice dripping down onto my asshole.Meanwhile, John was laser-focused on my cunt. He watched his. With one soft swing I sent the whip across her tits and watched as she just jerked back a bit. "Harder" I heard Mike say and not to disappoint him or Jon. I began sending lash after lash on Carol's tits, suddenly feeling a sense of mastery over a worthless whore. "Fuck yeah" I heard Jon say as I whipped my whore daughter hard, seeing the whip cross her tits, hearing it as it smacked her tender flesh, getting so turned on at the pleasure I was feeling at beating my whore daughters tits. After. I'm disappointed and hurt, as you said, but there is no hate in me."We ate and carried on light conversation for the next hour. Finally it was time to leave."Harlan, please keep in touch. It's going to be hard for me at first not having you around," she said."Yeah to baby sit," I said, laughing. Her face darkened."Harlan—" Sorry, Jen, that was a cheap shot." Even though it's probably true, I thought. She tendered me a slight smile. "Say hello to Marie for me; I did love the babies."The divorce.