The real problem was that he no longer wanted anything to do with me.I couldn't believe it, but as that huge mountain of a man pounded away at me, I b...gan to imagine Terry in his place."So how are things going with the husband?" he asked when we were finished."He's so angry that he doesn't even speak to me," I said. "It's as if I was a ghost." He's trying to burn you out of his heart," he smirked. "Interesting. I wonder if he'll make it." What the hell are you talking about?" I asked."Some of. He showed his appreciation by pulling my crotch back to his face, licking my clit furiously while plunging two long fingers into my pussy. He started playing with my ass, using our fluids to lubricate it. Slowly, my hole relaxed and his large finger slid in up to his first knuckle. The combination of his fingers fucking both my holes and his tongue flicking my clit was more than I could take and I pulled his cock from my mouth. “I….I…I’m going…going to come,” I panted, barely able to get the. Oldham asked if I was prepared for my meeting, and I told him that I was.I could not have been more wrong. Mrs. Collingsworth arrived at ten minutes after ten, saying that 'Tom' had been detained. It was apparently dress-down Friday at their company. Her designer jeans clung to her legs so tightly that they looked uncomfortable. Did she dare sit down? The thin yellow sweater was stretched across her cone shaped breasts, accented by the same black onyx pendant I'd seen before. I didn't look at. “I was, I mean, I was just,” I stuttered as my face blushed uncontrollably. “You were just what?” she replied as she spotted the DVD case strewn on my leather sofa with the title ‘Humiliated Sissy Sluts’ clearly visible. Picking it up, her eyes returned to the TV screen as she pressed the play button. “So this is what you do when I am not here! That is why you have to wear a chastity cage, isn’t it, you little whore?” she continued. “What a shame! Clitty-cock all hard is it? Does it hurt,.