She had been his wife's choice, a scrawny, book-nosed old battle-axe. He could tell from the slight disapproval in her voice before she had said "Miss...De La Court," that Miss De La Court must be attractive."Did they say what they want to see me about?" They say it's about your daughter Susan."Ryan frowned. Sue was one of his problems. He'd doted on her too much, he realized that. She was totally spoiled. But things had gone smoothly enough until she met that slippery bastard, Ben Jackson.My. As his mate, my wife chatted away with her husband.“Pete?”I had to physically shake my head to snap myself out of my masochistic daydream of Sue calling me from Francis’ bed.“Sorry, honey. I was somewhere else. It sounds like you had a good time?”From the look on her face, it seemed Sue didn’t know whether or not I wanted her to answer her question, or it was just a figure of speech. Truth be told, at first I wasn’t sure myself.There was an awkward pause between us, I think neither knowing what. Collapsing on the pillow, I realize that it’s saturated with my juice and lie there, relishing in the afterglow.After several minutes, I reach over for the glass dildo. Still straddling the pillow, I rise up on my knees and reach back between my legs. Holding the dildo by the handle, I place it between my butt cheeks so it is resting on my crack and slit. I start moving the glass toy down my crack and slit then back up. I keep doing this as I turn the dildo on each down stroke, making sure it’s. So now my real plan kicks in.I make a few more calls to his home and leave messages on his voice mail. He calls me back and says that he is not paying. He has changed his phone number and to stop calling. I remind him of his promise for a million dollars. I ask him how he will explain to family and friends why his number had to be changed, after all he is a Doctor in real life and this has been his number for over 15 years. He asks what I want to leave him alone and I say I want a new card.