.. the “right” men ... been able, or willing to do so, would not have been needed.Bobby, on the other hand, was not so sanguine about it.“You ha...e to get away from Arthur,” he said, when she told him. She chose a moment, right after he had spurted in her, to tell him how important those spurts really were.“I can’t do that, Bobby,” she panted. “I told you, I don’t believe in divorce.”“He’ll hurt you,” said Bobby. He’d repaired another hole in the wall, where Arthur, in his rage, had kicked. ”“That’s none of your business!” My inner thoughts told me. “Stupid cunt. The only thing you’re good for is drinking cum!”Claire surprised me with a meltdown the following day. “I can’t believe how stupid I am.”“Claire, you’re not. Don’t listen, if any part of you says that. You’re the best librarian since I was hired.” I smiled.“It’s not that, Ingrid.” She sniffed.“Do you want to talk in the office?” I took her there.“I lost my virginity last night.” She broke down.Oh, shit. “Crap, Sweetheart.. " WIN? How will I win on this deal?" You'll get off and keep your marriage." He won't believe you." Are you willing to take the chance? You've got it made. No worries and a husband that pays for everything. What will happen to you when he divorces you? You're not even supposed to divorce. That's our custom. Are you really willing to risk it and be left alone?"I sat quietly for the longest time. In a way he was right but I wasn't willing to hand over my pussy to him just to buy his silence. He. After that, he was sure that I was not in the position to oppose him no matter what he did to me because of the bus crowd, so he placed one of his hands around my waist and pulled me close to him and I felt his hard cock stroking against my soft ass.I quickly placed my saree to cover his hand because I was scared that someone might notice what he was doing to me and when he saw what I did, he quickly grabbed my boobs with his other hand as I had hidden his hands beneath my saree.He was.