While she kept him flustered, I quietly pulled out of her pussy, moving the head of my cock to her ass.She froze; then, as smoothly as she could manag... it, she looked back ... challenging me.Using my free hand beneath the covers, I gently nudged her top knee forward to spread her ass before pushing my cockhead past her tiny pink ring.Gasping softly, she shot me a devilish grin over her shoulder."Are you okay, baby?" I asked in a teasing voice."Just a tickle in my throat," she giggled. Turning. Amber smiled, threw him a kiss through the car window, then turned to go into her apartment. Bill watched her perfect, pear shaped, ass sway gracefully from one side to the other as she walked away, just like he figured a fashion models ass would. He stayed long enough to make sure she got into her apartment safely. Then he was on his was back home and to his average, ordinary, mundane life. The next few months were pretty much normal, at least for a jet-setting fashion model. Amber had worked. During those days my life and Sarah's life had been turned upside down and I was on an emotional roller coaster. I hated Sarah and I loved Sarah. I was also nagged by guilt for not doing more to get her into treatment. She had resisted all my attempts to even discuss it and of course as our marriage spiraled downward the hostility and absence of real affection took its toll. I consider myself a smart guy but when you are in a failing relationship it chips away at your soul and soon you find. The Dark One who, just a short time ago, had caused him such torments was gone now, but he did not feel at peace. It was all too much, too horrible to handle, and as the tears he had so long desired to release welled up, for the first time, he began to sob. And with that he knew his only release from these events.-----Azrael curled his arms tightly to himself, laid his head softly against the old inner-wall of the structure, and let the darkness settle in. In a matter of an hour, Azrael was.