Her bulging breasts stretched the tight dress's low-cut bodice. It obviously had been a good dress at one time."How you been?" she asked, arching an e...ebrow."Busy," I said, looking at her. She was more than dirty, her hair was oily and her fingernails black. She looked years older and worried, with lines across her forehead and beside her mouth. Her body sagged and her hands trembled despite her efforts to sit up straight."Why you looking at me like that?" You're still awful pretty," I said.. There was Michelle, that slut, on her knees giving her beloved Mr. D a blowjob. She had half a mind to barge in and demand to know what was going on, but then she saw the look of sheer pleasure on Mr. D’s face. He was enjoying it, immensely judging by his reaction. The sight soon caught her spell bound as she caught glimpses Mr. D’s cock. She was fascinated by the sight, and to her surprise a little turned on. She watched entranced as Michelle’s head bobbed up and down on that rigid pole. She. .."I cut her off. "How I would think WHAT? How I would think that you gave preferential treatment to that toad of a kid that superseded me in your heart? How I would think that you took his word over mine to the exclusion of all other evidence? How I would think that you gave a good goddamn about me before you couldn't use me as your servant anymore? How I would think WHAT, Mrs. Bannister?!"I couldn't believe it. Elaine was crying now. Really crying. Probably crocodile tears, though. She always. I watched as my sperm ran down her fingers, her hands and her arms, some of it completely covering her wedding ring.When it was all over, she jumped up and ran into the tiny bathroom that was there and washed herself up. I practically fell down on the bed, breathing heavily. She came back smiling, stood by the bed and picked up her phone again. Standing over me like that, she took another picture of me, then seemed to text someone again.“Don’t ask me anything,” she had written, but I had to..