The night was gray-gray wooden building, gray platform, gray drizzle. Two more days of this before I reached Berlin.I had been lucky to make it on the...train. At first I'd been told there was no seat for me, but then at the last minute the conductor had motioned me aboard and shown me to a small cabinet at the end of the car. One of the couch-like benches and most of the aisle was stacked with bundled goods on their way to Berlin-probably some sort of sideline scam of one of the railway. Open marriage, in my understanding, is like a swinging lifestyle. Each partner was free to have sex “in the open” with no recriminations, or jealousy. Truth again, every time I thought about MaryAnn fucking or sucking Vince I would get physically ill. Maybe if I had embraced the lifestyle like the Maddens, I would still be married to MaryAnn. Who knows?MaryAnn’s slimy lawyer would not agree to a clean divorce but demanded a separation period hoping that congress would pass the grossly unfair. Memories of finding those blank discs haunted her, and right now it felt like a storm of phantoms raping her mind… it looked as if looking into another world, one almost as distorted and distant as the world she peered into from behind the screen on a shitty Russian camera recording all those years ago, and like before, she could not help but watch-- compelled but not powerless to what she witnessing. The demon grinned an ugly grin at the girl. It was a scene from the world where Milles had. Anderson stood, fingers still locked onto her head like a bear-trap, and fucked her mouth, slowly at first, taking the whole of his length out before sliding it back in until it hit her throat again, causing her to gag. For the next ten minutes that was the rhythm Anderson followed, but each time he pushed harder and harder. The urge to simply let loose, to give his cock free rein and lose control, was almost too much for Anderson to contain. However, as time passed, Farida seemed more and more.