I need the finer things in life. I deserve that. I never should have married a man with children. I need a man who can give me his full attention." Sh... said, picking up her purse. "The only reason I married you was to get a green card and live rent free until I could arrange my life and when I needed your dick or anything else, you always said yes. Sorry dear." She said, mockingly.She had no idea that I was recording the conversation."You've got a lot of nerve calling somebody a whore. You are. There was no doubt in that message at all. I knew exactly what it meant.Even though little Henry had collapsed, she continued to handle him forthe full ten minutes. I just had to stand there, legs and feet together,and take it.I was allowed a small meal sitting on that confounded chair with myshiny gym knickers threatening to slide me straight off if I didn't keepthe pressure on all the time and while I also had to make sure my thighsand feet were always tight together."Time for some more. I tried to suck her cunt of all the juices while she did the same to me, drinking as much as she could of my release. We hugged each other and lied down on the bed for a while as long lost lovers. In a few minutes, she started playing with my cock once again. She again put it in her mouth and in a few minuted I was hard once again. She spread he legs and asked me to fuck her. I pulled out a condom and asked her to do the honors. She rolled the condom over my dick and laid down once again. I. "Oh, baby, what are we going to do?" She cupped the back of his head and cried with him.Jimmy tilted his head back and looked up at her. His face was troubled and he gritted his teeth. "Did he hurt you?" I'll be all right. I'll live."He backed away and looked at her body. "I don't see any new bruises."You can't see where it hurts, she thought sadly, and then said with false bravado, "Don't worry about me." But it's all my fault." No, Jimmy, it's not your fault. It's mine. I should have known.