In fact you may be interested in a sideline of my business, itis called Divorce Therapy." By now we had each received a cup of tea from theslave secre...ary, who had silently made her way out of the office while Mr Thomascontinued to discuss her like a piece of furniture he owned. "Divorce Therapyis used to help you with all the anger you have towards women at the moment,in my experience divorce seems to bring out passion in the most gentle of people.Let's finish up the initial paperwork phase of. She knew his tongue was poised ready to slip into her. Then she felt him flick his tongue tip lightly against her pussy lips. Again and again he did it until she was ready to scream in frustration. She whimpered and squirmed, trying each time she felt his tongue tip touch her pussy to push his tongue against her wet slit. “You want it, you gunna have to ask for it. No actually you’re gunna have to beg for it.” She heard him say.“Please.” She groaned.“Please what?” He ask, lightly running a. Those were the days she could eat for free, like today. She proceeded to climb back over the fence and walk back across the parking lot. She lit up a cigarette as she walked. It wasnt long before a car pulled up next to her. Quickly, she opened the door and got it. She knew if she tried to negotiate before getting in, she could be picked up for loitering. It was easy. The guy wanted oral before he made his way home. Ten minutes and fifty bucks later, Angel pulled herself out of his car. He sped. But as I glanced around Maddie’s apartment, I found myself transfixed.She lived here.I switched on the light and took in the pile of shoes by the door, the towering stack of dirty plates on the kitchen counter, the hand-me-down ragged couch, and the collection of clear Starbucks cups on nearly every surface, all filled with varying amounts of disturbingly pink liquid. The air was thick with the unfamiliar scents of a stranger’s house- the pungent tang of the unwashed dishes; the musty, almost.