The dry cleaners was different. There was no way to drop them off and pick them up without avoiding human interaction. The man at the dry cleaners alw...ys scowled at me, avoided eye contact, and I could hear him muttering foul things under his breath when I was around.My life had devolved to spending hours each day in a girls onesie, doing chores, or getting spanked. And in brief moments, nursing from a woman who was more like a wetnurse during this time than anything else.Then one time I had. As the afternoon wore on she became more and more relaxed.The food was excellent, the wine superb and she could not have asked for better company. Apart from Graham, two Americans and an Australian all the others were Spanish and Sandra began to wonder just whom Graham was to have such a pleasant group he could call friends. It was obvious they new each other well as the familiarity between them showed. After three hours the lunch was nearly over and the group began to grow quieter as the food. He stopped moving his cock in me for three or four minutes, and during this time he was busy mauling my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples and kissing all over my back which was making me groan and arch my back with pleasure."Meri choot nahin, tumhara lund hi itna mota hai ki kasaa hua jaata hai choot mein" (IT IS NOT MY CUNT THAT IS TIGHT, YOUR COCK IS SO THICK THAT IT SLIDES INSIDE WITH DIFFICULTY). I replied in low voice, followed by a long 'aaahhhhhh' as he thrust it again deep and. I told him, little by little and all at once, about my late, unlamented marriage, about the temper tantrums of my ex, about the way I had closed myself off as a means of self-protection, about the way our sleeping together became just that. About the way I woke up one day realizing that the marriage had been over for years. About the battles with the law and the lawyers over how to put an end to something that had already ended. About my blissful, sexless single life. About my determination.