"Just missed you," I add, wanting to tell her something that's true and will make her happy. She smiles and pulls my face down so she can kiss me. Th... moment her soft lips touch mine, I pull her tightly against me, kissing her with my certainty of how much I like this. How much I love it. How now more than ever I'm sure that I don't want to waste my time on anyone else. She missed me too, I can taste it. "You sure you're ok?" she asks, and my soul cringes knowing she can sense something's. Her face is bright red and her whole body is rocking from side to side clearly struggling to hide her emotions. "You know Steph you're right I wasn't mean enough to you please let me take you back out to the ring and tell all the fans what a useless little slut you really are," Punk says with a big grin plastered across his face."If you don't shut the fuck up right now I swear I will kick your skinny fat ass all over this fucking locker room," Steph threatens trying to get control of her own. Seeing none, he handed over a brown paper bag that contained a bottle of wine. He was called Duke because he claimed to have graduated from Duke University and to have once been a CPA. Nobody believed him but they didn’t express any doubt because everybody there claimed to have been a professional or successful businessman of some kind before ending up on Oakland’s Skid Row. Paul also looked all around to see if any police were in the vicinity. There were none around just then so he opened the. My husband was in his office leaned up against the wall with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. Directly in front of him was some busty white bitch on her knees with my husband’s dick in her mouth. My first instinct was to go in and fuck both of em up. Then I thought for a second and I just stood there and watched as she deep throated all nine inches of my husband’s big black dick. He pushed her head deeper and deeper while she gagged. I couldn’t move. My eyes were glued to them and to.