Given the time of year – late spring – that meant that it was pretty late.I looked over as the soft and concerned voice of my daughter asked, "are...you ok daddy?" Sara was bent over the back of my chair, her hair hanging down over her face. I could see Brock standing in the office doorway, his face also in shadow. I gathered myself, "sure. Sure I am sweetie. I am just doing some thinking."Brock added, "and some drinking, I see." I looked down and sure enough, somehow what had been only a couple. ”“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, FROM NOW ON? ARE YOU PLANNING ON FUCKING HIM AGAIN?”“Of course not. But you know how I get when I get turned on. I can’t stop myself. I just have to keep going. And every time I see him or think about him, I get turned on. My god, you don’t understand. Eight inches of cock is sooooooo much better than you can imagine.”“So I imagine you’ll want a divorce, so that you can keep fucking this guy.”“No, baby, no. I love you! The only thing I even like about him is his cock. It’s. ...She made it a wet and sloppy blowjob, my kind of blowjob, as if she knew I loved it.... hmmm, I felt my cock deep inside her mouth, and although my cock is not that big, she was really working to swallow every inch... she spit, she licked, she swallowed, it felt gorgeously sloppy..... I knew I wouldn't last too long and when she started licking my balls while jerking me off, I felt my orgasm come, told her I was going to cum and she opened her mouth, intentionally to swallow my load... when. ’‘It would still cost them a lot of money, wouldn’t it?’‘Ahh, that’s where me, the honeytrap comes in. They’d be sacking him under the morals clause in the partnership agreement. They wouldn’t have to pay him any compensation at all.’ She smiled at me.‘Still doesn’t make sense to me. Did they tell you to fuck him?’‘No that was my decision.’‘Why then?’‘I felt like we were drifting apart back then. I was lonely, vulnerable. I got emotionally involved. He thought his power won me over when in.