And Mrs. Asswipe having sex with my wife, the divorce was final. I packed up all my feelings and memories from the destroyed marriage, locked them up ...ehind a door in my mind labeled “Faye—Do Not Open,” and got on with the next phase of my life.Christmas that year, not too long after I got the final decree in the mail, wasn’t really that bad. I spent it with Mom and Dad. It was quiet, but very good for the soul. We exchanged gifts, had an enormous turkey dinner and, that evening, we went. Jordan glanced at me. "Don't know about you, but I'm getting' hungry."At the mention of food, my stomach grumbled. "Apparently, I am too," I said, frowning.She smiled. "What'cha hungry for?"I shrugged. I was never very picky when it came to food, so long as it wasn't the same thing too often. "How about something new?" Like what?" she asked in return. "Have you ever had Chinese?"I had what my mother had passed off as Chinese food, but I had never been to anything considered authentic. I shook. ”He sucks and slurps obscenely, not needing encouragement of any kind, as he goes back and forth between licking her pussy and teasing her asshole with his tongue.Fred moans with his mouth presses into her pussy. Aspen can feel the vibrations in her clit and her juices are just dripping onto his face. Each time he circles her asshole with his tongue, it feels like torture.“So, are you going to fuck me in the ass,” she asks with a grin, “or am I just going to have to imagine that big cock in. But ... I think I am going to allow you the opportunity to show yourself."He opened her program, gave his words top priority."You are to sit there, Renee, until I tell you differently. In that exact spot. You may not lift your little ass from the floor for any reason. Understand?"He shocked her until she affirmed.He returned to the dining room eight hours later. She had pulled her knees up to her chest- unsurprising, as he had turned the cooling up. The room couldn't have been more than sixty.