Anson, sir!"Anson scrambled to stand up with haste. He checked his cravat and his cuffs. Next he fitted his stump into the crutch under his left armpi... before he limped after the one-legged man into the office. There he stood before an elderly, harried-looking man."Good afternoon, Mr. Anson!" the man offered. "Please, be seated, and my apologies for letting you wait for so long. As I'll admit freely, this was mostly due to our difficulties in finding an adequate placement for you." Yes, sir.". The lights were dimmed but I could see her clearly from the side. What a vision of lust she was. She was lying on the bed propped up by pillows, dressed in a black satin slip, sheer black seamed stockings, four-inch patent leather, spiked-heeled pumps, and busily working a six-inch, soft plastic, penis shaped dildo in and out of her cunt. The slip was hiked up and I could clearly see her black satin garter belt framing her pussy and stretching the tops of her stockings. She was engrossed by the. The reason she wanted to divorce was because she did not like being a Mother. She wanted to be a “professional woman”, in this case a Registered Nurse and did not want the responsibility of raising or even helping to raise children. I thought this was bad, but she was giving up all claims to the kid, who I adored. So, under those conditions, I agreed.Well, as it turns out, she was seeing another man on the side. He was single, had money and had never been married. He also did not want any kids. It was torture to move them, but also a delight to be free. “Come” is all she said and started to walk to the house again. She was still in the terry cloth robe from earlier and I moved slowly but I MOVED, and I followed her to the house. The cool air of the house greeted me. The ceiling fans were going in each room and I could feel how dirty I was. Out in the sun, in the air all day, my sweat evaporating and coming out of my body again, over and over again could tell she knew it too, and.