He often tells me about his ideas for the business." I'm afraid I haven't seen your husband," said Alex. "Is there anything I can do for you, Ma'am?"A...ex immediately cursed himself. He'd tried so hard to suppress an honorific title that he knew was totally inappropriate, but the young woman giggled. She obviously didn't mind his mistake."Just call me Zara," she said. "Look, I don't want to waste your time but could we just check the offices to be sure he isn't here somewhere?" Erm..." said Alex. So he'd gotten in his car, and he'd gone to buy beer. It was only three blocks away, what could possibly go wrong?He ran over a little girl a block away from home, beer in the back seat. Child killer. Men (though at nineteen, he was little more than a boy) like him didn't get it easy in prison. The guards shoved him into his cell, un-cuffed him and shut the bars behind him, leaving him to his fate."Enjoy, princess," one said as they walked away laughing - Steve had lost his wife to a drunk. Nothing was said, I knew the routine well by now. He watched as I tookoff the nightie and the pink panties then put in a tampon then onceagain got dressed from head to toe and from the skin out in my housedress. Once I had all the proper lingerie back on he watched me slipinto my rayon house dress then came up behind me, zipped me into it thenhooked the little hook at the back. He tied the white satin sash into alarge and feminine bow at the back then watched as I put my apron backon then. .don't," I meekly protested. "Don't worry, I am not doing anything," he tried to placate me."Don't worry, I won't fuck your pussy," he whispered, "I don't think you will be able to take it." He climbed over me placing his knees on either side and slapped his cock over my face."Suck it," he was smiling. I quickly opened my mouth before he could change his mind; it seemed a better option than risk it in my aching pussy. I didn't know how to suck but he didn't care, he just pushed it inside as far.