“Is it paining?” He asked me.“I don’t care. Andar dal,” I replied and grabbed his neck and pulled him on top of me.He fell on my chest and I...held my boob in front of his mouth which he took happily. He sucked my tight nipple and pushed his monster dick inside me again.“Oh Abdul!” I moaned and he pushed his dick once again and it was all inside me.He then got up, held both my legs apart and started drilling me like he had promised. I was not allowed to move or touch him! My date was treating me. “There, now, shut up and listen! That Kiss makes you my bitch, boi, just like Neal, Lewis, and other guys, just as it makes these ladies mine! You’ll do exactly what I say from now on, no arguments, are we clear?” I ordered Rura, who gulped and instinctively held hands with Neal.“So ... you two ... you really are boyfriends, aren’t you? I don’t mind that, husband, but I do mind that you both treated me so horribly! Not that it matters! I’m divorcing you and marrying Lewis, because that’s what. They say that the third time is the charm, and so after another beep Icarefully checked my phone to find three messages fromMasterSissyTrainer. I had no idea who this was, but I was certainlyintrigued. I had also enjoyed a few glasses of wine while I was in thebubble bath, so my inhibitions were down when I finally opened my phone."Hello, Emshoninque," the message read. "I had the good fortune to runacross some of your stories on Fictionmania.tv. I must say that Ithoroughly enjoyed your latest. He watched as she slipped on her wedding ring, watched as she checked her cell phone for any missed calls. He watched, and felt a part of himself die. She pressed her hand against the window and he extended his own. Through the glass, their fingers brushed against each other. The last bit of connection, the last tie, was cemented through the glass. It crumbled as she dropped her hand. She must have seen something in his face, some sign that this wasn’t okay. Her window rolled down, and he.