I will pay the costs of the divorce even though it says you are liable. After all, I’m the one asking for it.”“Yes, you are.” She said it very...quietly, under her breath, but I heard it and it puzzled me. Surely she wanted it too? What do they call it? Closure?“Will you be out of pocket?” she asked suddenly.“It’s very little expense. Gordon is doing it for free, and the court fees are small.”“You wrote that the bailiff was expensive.”“I was being petty. Forget it.” I shuffled the papers, gave. "*****Hideichi Ishimoto paid a visit to the offices of Kanagawa Enterprises.He wanted to see Joji Sato."What can I do for you, Ishimoto-san?" Joji asked."How is our Oyabun today?" He is not feeling well and has asked not to be disturbed." Joji hadbeen a faithful aide to Keiji Watanabe for almost twenty years. One ofhis new tasks was to screen who could and who could not pay a visit tothe ailing Oyabun."I have a message for the Oyabun," Hideichi said as he passed anenvelope to Joji. "When do you. I half-expected Olive to feel as tight as most of my girls, given her lack of sex for so long, but I was wrong. She slid down over me in one smooth motion. She didn’t have to adjust to me or do anything to prepare herself. It was possible the last forty-eight hours had primed her for this moment, but I couldn’t imagine how.Olive’s breathing stuttered as she settled her soft, full cheeks down on my lap. She squeezed me a couple of times, smiled, and the opened her eyes. “I knew this would. I watched as she was fucked up against the wash basin, the men taking turns, as those not currently fucking her groped her and slapped her tits, one even spitting at her.Then there was the language. I’m not sure any names they didn’t call her actually exist. And yet whenever I caught sight of her face, all I could see was a depraved gleam in her eye that told me all I needed to know about how much she was enjoying it.When the men left, she was a bedraggled spectacle. Everything had vanished.