He said, “You know something. I didn’t know that until a couple of weeks ago. I’ve quit drinking.”“Was it tough?”Ed was quiet for a moment...as he thought about it. He nodded slightly and said, “It was a little tougher than I thought it would be. It wasn’t that I was an alcoholic. I guess drinking was more of a habit.”John nodded and said, “I understand. I had the same problem when I quit drinking.”Ed looked very surprised at that and asked, “You used to drink?”“Oh yes. I quit drinking the night. I just went for it. I slurped and swallowed his cum. As my wife’s pussy was clean, he let go of my head and ordered me to suck his black dick, as the good cuckold I was…He added that his website page said he was a black bull looking for a slutty hotwife and his cuckold hubby…So I got down on my knees. His cock sprung straight out toward me. He grabbed me with both hands by the back of my head and pushed his cock into my mouth. I could taste Ana’s juices on it…Then he made me start sucking. For example, when he thought about how he'd caused Sara and Jason's father's death, I felt his spite; he didn't call himself spiteful, but it seemed to me the spite I felt was a remnant of his original motive along with his desire for the money. I'm saying greed and spite were his motives. I could be wrong." She's not wrong," Sara said through tight lips."I also felt his rage regarding Sara's father's attitude; Melville certainly didn't refer to himself as full of rage, but the emotion covered. Kicked harder.Steele lowered her to the floor and used his hand over her mouth to press her head to his body while he opened the door. She tried to worm out of his grasp, but he was too strong. With the door open, he scooped her up and carried her outside. Her body stiffened. Steele shut the door behind him and leaned down, placing his face right in front of hers, so close he felt his breath on the back of his hand.“Don’t be afraid,” he said, “I’m not going to hurt you.”Steele slid his hand off.