The papers in her hand went flying as she finally realized what had happened, and started to struggle.I grabbed her arms to calm her, and said, "Relax... Those aren't play cuffs, those are real, and you won't be getting out of them until I let you go. Now, get on your knees and be quiet for a minute." I pushed down firmly on her shoulders, and forced her to her knees. "Stay."I went back out to the hallway, and closed and locked the front door. I didn't know if anyone else had seen her come here,. You ate sex and I don’t want to force you. It has to be enjoyable to be right. The next day we were on a plane to St. Louis. She was no happier. Now she was crying and worried about being at home where her problems began. I suggest she get into therapy. Then if that was successful, we could have marriage therapy when she came back to me. I left her at the airport with her parents. All I said to them was. ‘Your daughter wants a divorce. I insist on a trial separation first. She should get into. He was sitting on her chest, forcefully fucking her face.A big guy walked in front of me, blocking the screen."Can I sit here?" He gestured to the seat next to mine."Sure." I didn't care where he sat as long as I could watch Ron Jeremy do the nasty with the blond.He turned and dropped his pants to his ankles and sat heavily. His thick dick was hard, sort of waving in the air. He fisted it and let out a big sigh. I stared at him. First at his face, lit by the flickering screen then at his crotch. Soon, she felt a growing heat at her core, and her lacey white undergarments became soaked with the sweetest honey known to man. Just like yours are now. No use denying it, darling. After all, my cock is stretching out the walls of your needy little cunt.’ ‘I would never deny that, Jacob. My cunt belongs to you, and only to you.’ ‘Never forget that, Jenny.’ He reached behind and pushed her panties aside, pressing his fingertip against the tight ring of her anus, causing her to suck in a deep.