She realized that signing those papers, regardless of whether or not Heather had signed, was enough to set him free. A sob left Heather’s throat as ...he watched. The woman’s greedy hands were all over him too, pushing his shirt and tie off so that her fingers could roam his sleekly muscled chest. But aside from kissing the woman back, Jake wasn’t being very active, and Heather took some comfort in that. At least, until the blonde slut slid down Jake’s chest until she was on her knees between his. You wiggle your finger moving in finding my spot. Words aren’t necessary, we’ve done this dance before. Our moans tell our story. You pull your finger from me, kiss my nipple and move to your knees. You gently guide me over and onto my knees, your hands roam my back and sides, I feel you move in behind me lightly kissing the small of my back. I feel your long, hard cock resting in the cleft of my ass. I look over my shoulder at you; your head is leaning back loose on your shoulders, your mouth. She did not really want to get him in trouble though, not for this. If she told their mother, they would probably end up in some sort of family counseling. Deep down, she knew why Adrian had snapped. She had abused him for far too long. It was inevitable he would fight back one day. She was actually surprised her waited this long.It almost seemed fitting that he had chosen to rape her rather than just beat her up. Fighting a woman is considered an unmanly thing, which is why Adrian had put up. Interestingly, when I got home I was straightforward with her. I came in the house, went to the fridge and popped a beer. I didn’t beat around the bust. “So, MaryAnn, you are hooked back up with shithead Vince again, huh?”No teary denials, no “it was just one time, honey; it didn’t mean anything” she looked me right in the eye and said. “Neil, it’s none of your business what I do.”“I’ve been wanting to tell you that I will not move to DC with you. I’m just tired of packing up and moving every.