A largre screen TV was in front of me. I twisted my head left, and right, trying to take in the room. The room was made up of mirrors, and a blonde gi...l was in the centre, pillows underneath her stomach, arms and feet padlocked to the bed. It took a while, the grogginess causing the room and my mind to sway, lacking any sort of coherence, and then it hit me - It was me tied up. It was me with my arse in the air, clad in white pull-up stockings and a short ruffled dress. I turned my head. Or an unfeeling, rude and cheating asshole.Talking about court, yes, that is where I should have taken my case, shouldn't I? I should have gotten me a nice and clean little divorce, you'd say. Make him pay, clean him out. There are laws in this country protecting wives against bastards. And especially against rude and cheating assholes.But then again, he is also a rich asshole.You see, I am not stupid. Unfortunately, neither is he. If this is God's own country, why did He let the rich bastards. It flicked and sucked and licked and fucked like a total pro, bringing me to the best climax I had ever experienced. When he was done, I was panting. He lapped up my cum and gave my pussy one last kiss, and I sat back down in the seat beside him.To my right, the blond was spread out across three seats while her friend ate her out. Leon had discovered the woman with big jugs and she was now kneeling in front of him, tit-fucking him hard. I lay on my back across the floor and shuffled so that my. I was splattered with cum, pussyjuices, assjuices (when they did anal), sweat, spit, and all kinds of sex funk. The whole room reeked of perverted sex by the time everyone had gotten their fill of fucking--everyone that is except me, and Goddess Janelle.I lay on the bed, my body arching and bucking with unfulfilled lust, my tightly bound cock and balls so swollen and purplish-red I thought it was going to fall off. She stepped up and gazed down at me, a tiny little wicked smile on Her.