In my mind, I was already gone. This morning, on top of all the disrespect and coldness of the past few years, was all I needed to pronounce marriage ...fficially dead.None of her maneuvering was going to have any effect on me. You have to care in order to be manipulated. I was past all that; I didn’t care at all. I felt kind of liberated actually, now that I’d made the decision to leave all the ugliness behind.“WHERE—?” she yelled. She finally saw me in the bedroom where I was in the last stages. The Russian was in mid-sentence when the stair had groaned and I frozen again; expecting him to stop and listen. But, he never missed a beat.“Yes. You will do better. And we will see how you do better, right now.”Embolden, I took another step, which was mercifully silent. And then another. I was better than half way down. I could kneel down from here and look through the ballister to see into the living room. I decided to do that, as the Russian was continuing his speech.“Kim, get on your knees. I go and get third glass of drink and give it to Vishal. I again lay her on back on the table. I spread her legs up to last till her pussy lips get open and lick her pussy. I ask Vishal to drip drink on her pussy up right and drink is came down in the valley of her pussy between her pussy lips at the bottom.I was licking and sucking her pussy as well as enjoying drink. He let me drink half glass of drink, than he came to lick her pussy and I was pouring drink on her pussy. She was mourning loud. "I am a drain. You're supporting me. I don't like it that I'm taking from you," I insisted.Without a word Laura reached around me to turn off the burner and take my hands. Backing toward the bedroom she led me, eyes blazing with loving apprehension. At the bed she undressed me and shoved me backwards. Shedding the sweatshirt, she crawled on top of me. "Now tell me. What's really bothering you? You're not draining me and you're certainly not boring. What is it?"I could feel her tits on my chest.