He’ll give me a job at one of his factories, and we can live at my old house with him until we get our debt paid off.”“That’s going to be a lo...g time, babe….maybe a year or more,” Colleen lamented.“Yeah, I know. We’re really stuck, though, so I’m just glad he’s letting us stay there.”Colleen had met her husband when they were both in high school, and – against his father’s wishes – they had run off to another state and gotten married immediately after graduating. They both worked at shitty jobs. I was very angry and I started screaming at him, accusing him of cheating on me calling him all kinds of names. Roger waited for me to calm down a little then he slapped me across the face and said, 'Don't you ever accuse me of cheating on you again. If you ever do that again I will through you out on your ass. Now if you don't want to get slapped again you better give me that blow job. From that point on I was broken. His adulterous behavior became more common and he seem to relish in making. By this point her panties were soaked with pussy juice. I guided her ass to the edge of the sofa, pushed her back and pulled her panties aside so that her pussy was available for me to lick her out. I buried my tongue in her pussy and the taste of her juices was like a sweet cocktail with the piercing at the top being the cherry to suck on. As I licked and sucked she moaned quietly but her moaning became almost a scream when I started to flick hard her clit piercing. I pulled her panties off. "It is possible that one of your ancestors might have been a changeling,"he suggested, though his tone seemed skeptical. "Several have been lostin times past... though I know of none that were royal." After a moment'spause, he muttered, "Or a bastard."I took a deep breath and asked, "Why a queen?" I refused to stare down asI demanded, "Why not a king?" But we have always been ruled by a queen," Safron answered, sounding alittle surprised."Well I don't want to be your queen," I snapped,.