Sylvia Jennings had been through some of the special torments which had originated in the seventh circle of hell, and then been polished by generation... of school kids for use on substitute teachers. She did not want to cook; she did not want to make conversation; she didn’t even want to drive home though the drizzle. If she could have, she would have stopped off at a hamburger joint on her way home.But she was living with a man who would expect her home, expect dinner, would get all huffy and. She walked in front of me slowly, her hips swaying side to side, the back seam of her stockings beckoning me to her sweet arse.We got to her room and I all but tossed her onto the bed. I saw a bottle of lube on her bedside table and slicked up my cock. My fingers slick with the same lube eased into her tight hole one at a time until I had three fingers in the firm center.I eased them out and slowly eased myself into her, again getting rewarded with an expletive. I rocked my hips into hers. I am deeply sorry and thoroughly regret what I did and how I treated you, Susan. Not knowing what you’d been through before excuses nothing. You didn’t deserve it, and it is entirely my fault.”Susan listened while she drank, then set her cup down.“And I sincerely thank you, Helen. I must admit, it did feel like a line the first time, and that has certainly colored things. The video you made helped me see that. You were right about the poor choice of words.”Helen nodded in response, took a puff. “What do you have in mind boss?”He almost came. “Suck me, now” he pushed her off his lap grabbing a handful of her long brunette hair he pushed her face towards his cock as he released it with the other hand. She needed no other coaxing he moaned as her warm moist lips slid over the hard head, he thrust upwards shoving his bad boy down her throat. She gagged and he held her there.“Yeah gag whore get over it” the tone in his voice surprised even him. This situation had sprung forth some emotions.