Maggie had caught him with their house maid in the shower. she stormed out of their Manhattan penthouse and was now roaming the streets desperately in...search of a place to stay. She had very less money saved up and barely had any friends in the city.So there she was, a 32 year old woman lonely and sad on the streets of Manhattan. A certain feeling of hatred towards all men began developing in her head, they're all the same, theyjust want pussy. She walked the streets for hoursin sheer anger. She stepped back over to me and we kissed feverishly once more. Her tongue pressed against mine and her hand shot between my legs. I did my best to concentrate on tweaking her nipples and sucking her tongue into my hungry mouth. She hooked a finger inside me and I squealed loudly and nearly jumped out of my skin. She rubbed the dildo along my opening and bumped it quickly against my clit repeatedly. I told how much I needed to feel her “cock” inside me. She pecked me on the cheek and hopped. She was still stroking my organ as she put one of my hands on her bare breast. I instantly sprang to attention in her hand. I had my erection back and she was now pumping my foreskin up and down my shaft. She knew exactly how to do it for maximum pleasure.As I fondled her exposed breast, the very first time I'd touched a woman's mammaries, I grew harder still. Her movements got my precum flowing again. She whispered, "Let it go. Give me your cum, Paul." It was like she was cooing in my ear. I. .." You love me," she said. "That's what you told me. Remember?" Yeah, but ... I'm sorry," I told her. "I don't love you anymore." What?" Bambi's voice changed, and she sounded like the teacher she was. "That's not the right answer. You come here, right now. I want to see you." I can't." I shook my head and wanted to hang up the phone so badly, but I didn't dare. I could barely keep saying no."I still have pictures of your little girlfriend," she reminded me. "Do you want to see Julie hurt just.