It was a holiday, and wewere having a party at our place. I didn't want to be surrounded by only her dopey friends all night,so I envited a coworker. ...'ll call him Greg. He worked in a different department, but would get sent over to help out once in awhile. I didn't know him very well,but he seemed nice. So I invited him. I was happy he came. He mingled awhile, then just came over to me. He didn't seem to care for their company either. Although he didn't say so. As we were talking, it was as. " Gracious as ever." I laughed.As I walked down the aisle with Emma on my arm, I felt so proud. The white wedding dress enhanced her already beautiful features. I wished Jane had lived long enough to witness this day but when I saw Teresa standing quietly and anonymously in the congregation, I realised that as much as I had loved my wife, my future was with someone else.It was as the vicar droned on about love and all its glory that I realised that I did love Teresa. Although it was quite early. In the fullest measure left to me. If only Susan hadn't crossed him it might have been different... he would've settled for just having her... but she was like all of the other cunts. He should've known more than to believe he could thrust her. Women weren't made for trusting; they were made for fucking and sucking a man's prick... and that was the extent of it. Godamn her! She'd gotten to him, too! He'd had a real feeling for her... The bitch! Now, she was going to pay... just like they all. My coworker would agree; there are too many of these trollops for one bossto handle, so we have those evil processing bitches divide them into two groups.They use one simple rule: any girl with panties on gets them ripped and stuffedin their mouths (my partner gets these), while nymphs caught without come tome with bright red ball gags in place. You might think my partner gets mostof the new clients based on this rule, but you'd be wrong. No matter…aball filled mouth keeps my girls separate.