I wanted the love of my life all to myself. Time went on and sure enough, Linda got married to Steven Wilson, who was the head of the accounts departm...nt.Steven was ten years older, but a very decent man. Linda kept on working and things between us were just the same. We had our public life and our very private life. After maybe six months or so I began to notice a change. Linda was not her usual sparkling self, something was not quite right. Over the next few weeks, she began having time off. She sold for $2200, not bad, in fact one of the best prices of the evening they told me. The Hall took their ten percent, and I was rid of my mistake.I stuck the money in my pocket and drove down the road to the hell-and-brimestone church where they sold and rented young girls, run-aways and abandoned kids, homeless for whatever reasons. I had gotten a couple of good lays from them, just girls for a week or so, disposables.They had nothing I wanted, just a bunch of soft, beat-up sluts.So I had. I'm not really just who to dedicate this to, to be honest. Certain parts of it are 'real' (or have realistic antecedents), and certain parts are not. But, when it comes right down to it...who cares? Right? So, just enjoy the story as a story and leave it at that. So, enjoy! ]1976. Summer. Los Angeles, CA. No one is going to believe this, I know. But, believe it, or not, I had one of the most unusual experiences of my life (then, or now) while I was living, or trying to live, in Los Angeles, CA;. Ellen realizes that she is wet now, the sucking of the fingers being the final straw. She barely notices when I stop pushing against her pussy, caught up in sucking my fingers. Suddenly my other hand is on her shoulder, yanking her back, my knees hitting the back of her knees and making her kneel before the table. As she kneels, she is stunned by the sudden change, my hand is taken out of her mouth and a blindfold of some sort wrapped across her eyes. My hands grab her shoulders and roughly.