After finishing his meal, Andrew then made an early departure because of some errands he had to run. Peter and I then ordered another cup of coffee an...d continued chatting. It was clear that Peter had loved the place and would be visiting there again. He assured me that if I was into piss, The Dungeon Bar was golden heaven.“Do you have to wear leather?” I asked.“Yes, that’s mandatory, Jerome,” he answered.“Mmm,” I replied, somewhat dismissively.“Fuck, Jerome, that's no big deal, and well worth. "I wouldn't do that. If a husband or wife cheats then they deserve all the shit that comes their way. You know what Mr. Sellors would do. If he thought that Tim was doing anything like that, Tim would be out of a job." But he didn't say anything, he just signed the divorce paper." Yes, he did. He loved you so much that he wanted you to be happy with the new man in your life, even at the expense of his own happiness. We all told him that he was stupid, and his solicitor wanted to get you in. She was really lovely, though she wore modest clothing – a sweater and slacks that suggested a fit body and tight ass underneath. I felt what I believed I was intended to feel – total married contentment – but no lust or excitement. I said goodnight to the c***dren and sat in what was apparently my chair in the main room. Nguyet was attentive to me, as if she had been my wife for many years. At 10 p.m. she asked: “Is it not a good time to turn in? You are yawning.” She looked at me. Watching her beautiful shaved pussy wrap and squeeze around that cock was hypnotizing. I watched as she bounced in rhythm of her sucking. She looked up at me with her beautiful brown eyes and with her mouth still wrapped around my cock I heard her say, "Fill me with your cum." The mumbled mouthful of words let me know she really wanted it. I took her hands up to my nipples and with that I let out a rope of my cum into her mouth, followed by another and then another. Her lips were glistening.