'Are you wearing panties'?I was taken aback momentarily, he was testing my resolve, so in an act of defiance I took hold of my skirt and hiked it high... to expose my thong-like undies, a small triangular patch of nothingness, barely covering my modesty, but I did not care, he was going to see everything shortly.He held up his arm and twirled his finger, I got his meaning and turned around to show my perfect derrière, totally nude, with a thin cord emerging from the top of my bum and connect with. "Sir, I need to cum! Please may I cum? May I cum for you?" she moaned."That didn't sound too sincere. A good slut learns how to beg properly. Now would you like to try that again... and maybe make me believe it this time?" he said."Oh God, Sir, I'm sorry! Please, please make me cum, Sir! Please! Make me cum for you! Make me cum for you! I need to cum so much, Sir, let me cum on your fat cock! Please, please, please!" she cried loudly this time."That's a little better. We will work on it, but. It was as unimaginative as the other time, just straight sex, no extras – but it was enough for me, I climaxed again and as I straightened myself up afterwards I noticed that the stuff had landed almost precisely on the stain on the floor I’d made with the previous lot.’ ‘Deadeye Dick!’ I said and we both laughed at the silly pun. ‘So, things being so different then, did you have to wait until you were married, or at least engaged, before you could made love to a girl?’ I asked. ‘Most people. You won't get away with this." She ground her heel further into my back. "You stupid cunt. Don't you realise Therese will never want to see you again unless me and Philip (my husband) persuade her to do so out of kindness. In a few weeks Philip will divorce you and you will have nothing except your slut body." I won't allow him divorce me, never." She laughed. "You have already signed the papers, they just have to be dated."As she said the words I remembered the day the two lawyers arrived and.