Visitation would be twice monthly on weekends only. She also wanted spousal support to the tune of forty percent of my income as well as child support...at another twenty percent of my income. All in all, by the time my taxes and other deductions were removed, I had about a buck-and-a-half left. She must have known this wasn't going to fly and it was just her lawyer's idea of a sick joke.I folded the papers and returned them to the envelope, leaning my head back in the chair and closing my eyes.. Tommy was mainly concerned about appearances, rather than what Stan might do with my body. "Be careful not to let anyone see anything. We can't afford a scene, or even a rumor."Stan found us then, and introduced me to his VP of marketing, Ken, a younger guy about Tom's age, and very cute. The four of us were off in a corner, so no one else could really see what was going on. Stan decided to play some more. He put his hand right on my ass while talking to Ken, who was on the other side of me. I. ‘How did he know to find you here?’ ‘He knows that I am in Boston and everyone at work knows where I live.’ ‘So, where’s he now? Give me that damn phone,’ he muttered and tried to process whatever she had said. Fiona went to grab her phone, then returned and let him pull her back into his lap. Nick clicked to the caller ID display to find the number. ‘What did he say? Tell me the whole conversation.’ Fiona related as much of it as she could remember, emphasizing the part where she had told him. They both used my mouth and tongue for their pleasure, came in front of me and left. The last one had left her damp, lace panties wrapped around my neck and face. As I waited for the next guest to arrive, I was forced to smell the woman's moist arousal as it cooled on my trembling skin. The naughty scent wafted through my nose with potent heat and fed my already rampant desire to touch myself. It seemed like I had lied there, dripping in my chastity belt, for an eternity. Every breath I took,.