”Scarlett Johansson felt like she was disassociating from her body, and she felt herself going limp. It was like she could observe what was happenin... from a distance, across the room. His other hand grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into him, resting her head on his shoulder. His hand was between her thighs, rubbing her pussy.His moans were searing themselves into her mind, the type of moan where there isn’t a doubt that the man is getting exactly what he wants. It was like watching a. Then I heard a woman call out his name and I knew he was in there with someone else. I couldn't believe what was going on in my house and in my room. I walked slowly to my bedroom and slowly opened the door and there they were, my best friend and my husband fucking in our bed. I couldn't believe it. She was riding my husband's dick like there was no tomorrow and he was loving every bit of it. As I continued to watch what was going on, the madder I got. The two people that I loved the most were. She allowed me to serve as her urinal which took care of some of my thirst--I no longer cared how bad it tasted--indeed, because of my extreme thirst, and consequent ion loss, it actually had almost no apparent taste at all, despite the deep yellow color as it came out. She allowed me to assuage the rest of my thirst in small increments over the next hour, while she locked me in the pillory, with refrigerated piss that she had been collecting and saving during the week. After warming it up in. "Your husband stole over three hundred thousand dollars," I cut her off harshly, three fingers held aloft for emphasis."Oh, god..." Three hundred grand that he's got to pay back now, today." I glanced over at her, seeing that she'd sagged down along the wall, tears flowing over her cheeks, a sickened emptiness in her gaze."I'll get it back, I'll get it..." Your bank accounts are gutted out. You're behind on two separate notes from the business. You are currently holding eight credit cards, six.