"It's not your fault, Jim," she said soothingly, "you didn't do anything wrong. He was being a fucking dick and you were just defending us." Her voice...cracked with anger and sadness, but her hands continued to stroke my hair as we held each other. I walked her over to the couch and sat down, pulling her onto my lap and hugging her close. I heard her sniffle."I'm really sorry," I whispered, "I let it get out of hand." No, you didn't;" she said, "he just flew off the handle. He always does that.". As matters worked out, I didn't see Chloe again until almost a month later, on a drizzling Monday. We were leaving the building simultaneously. She was, I learned, in her residency at a nearby teaching hospital. Ahhh - that explained why I occasionally found a doctor's greens in the basement laundry room."How did you decide to get into advertising?" She asked, as we crossed Lexington Avenue."Necessity of food. Some years ago, I learned that it was not a good sign to have your published novels. I looked a little like an old man trying to impress people with how young he could dress.To be honest I also expected that Mary Beth had another motive for having me deliver Maurine to her dinner. I didn’t object to meeting a nice lady. During my last hour home I did a little research on Maurine Thompson. I already knew she was a social worker for the county. I found out from her face book page that she had a college student son named Eddie.I didn’t form any opinions about Maurine based on her. I was terrified that his huge black cock would tear me in two. Ignoring my pleas, he used his fingers covered in my sticky pussy juices to run over my tight rear entry. I gasped as he pushed one and then two fingers deep inside into my asshole. At first I was paralyzed with pain, but as my asshole stretched to accommodate the intrusion, my arousal took over, and I began to thrust back against him, wanting him to sodomize me with no mercy. He laughed, saying that I really was a good slut, as he.