I growl out, “What? Do you think I am dirty, beneath you or just afraid of being bred? I guess your pussy is too special for my dirty old cum?”She...counters with, “No Sir, it’s not like that.”I smile, then slap her with the palm of my hand, “Damn you, that was mean. I do not wear rubbers, I’ll just wipe my nasty cum all over you, slut.”Grabbing her hair and pulling her off the couch, dropping to her knees, "Swallow me, slut."Wiping my uncovered cock across her open lips, feeling a tongue slide. "Good morning, sir. We've both got a problem because an old contract has triggered a disruption of the status quo. First, let me lay out the paperwork behind all this."I gave him the certified copies of the deed and contract that spawned this devil's mess. He read through it and became increasingly more uncomfortable."Now, the state's position." I laid out the series of law suits that I'd been confronted with. My pet tiger of a lawyer started spouting phrases such as spurious suits, defamation. ’ ‘I’ve never had it,’ she said, ‘but I’ll try. What’s that other fantastic smell? I can just smell a little and –’ ‘To me,’ he grinned, ‘this is one of the smells of Christmas. It always has been. It’s just red cabbage, shredded and cooked all afternoon. You chop up a small sweet onion and throw it into a big pot, and then you peel an apple and core it or quarter it. You put the apple in the middle of the pot and you add the cabbage, stopping now and then to toss in a few bay leaves, a couple. She could recall that meeting on that night from beginning to end and it brought a smile to her face and an ache from below. She remembered how her heart began pounding the closer she got to the hotel that he had reserved for them a couple of days earlier. The traffic had grown thicker towards the city and began to back-up, she grew very angry and tense because it was slowing her down to get to her lover. She took some shortcuts and still made it to the hotel without any major delays. She.