.. I knew that he would come back home to me and not start a long term relationship or ever want a divorce. At a luncheon with studio wives, mostly al... divorced and remarried at least twice, I once heard a woman lament that men were nowhere near the men they used to be, the men of the so-called ‘greatest generation’. I responded to her that the men of the greatest generation didn’t come home to a wife in sweatpants with ‘Juicy’ branded across her ass ... who will most likely divorce him, taking. “I know it’s between your legs, but I own it now slut”, Darren gasps into my ear as he starts his invasion once again. I trembled with raw wild lust as he kept on conquering me. This is what I was daydreaming about; a man claiming me, owning me, using me, like a predator claiming its prey; just like Darren using me now. Firmly grabbing my hips, he starts to pound endlessly into me. With each incoming thrust, I feel my hands and knees get scratched up by the floor mat. Gradually, we're sliding. The receptionist said, “I know everyone that has an office here and you do not have an office, Sir.”As far as she knew, she was telling the truth. Getting tired of playing games, Ed said, “Well, I guess we’ll just have to call Ellen.”“Which Ellen Sir?”“Ellen Faber,” replied Ed.Raising an eyebrow at Ed, the woman sat back and said, “May I tell her who is here?”Smiling Ed replied, “Ed Biggers.”Without batting an eye, the receptionist called the office of Ellen Faber. Ed listened as she said,. Her tits were so crammed in there I thought they were going to explode.Her short brown hair waved in the wind as she laughed at something her friend said. Her friend was easily as hot as she was. Here tits were not quite as big, but they were still a good size. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt, and I'm pretty sure that she had no bra on. I swear these kids don't care about shit anymore. Fuck I wish I was going to school still. As I passed the two girls I made sure they noticed me looking.