’ He responded, leaning in and kissing the back of my neck just below the hair line. ‘But that doesn’t mean you want me to stop.’ ‘I want yo... to stop.’ I told him looking him in the eye, and meaning it. ‘No you don’t.’ He said and kissed me. His kiss melted my resolve. I didn’t want him to stop. I turned around and he pinned my shoulders to the wall. ‘Tell me you love me.’ He demanded. ‘NO.’ I asserted. ‘The last time I told you I loved you, you left me.’ I opened my eyes with a start, slightly. But wasn’t I just being a whiny cunt? Sure God had decided not to shower me with exquisite beauty, but at least he’d given me intelligence, and I prided myself on being brainy. So I honestly told her no, and that I was simply having a bad day. She simply nodded and said nothing. But I had noticed that she hadn’t pressed the elevator button, so I asked her which floor she was going to. ‘Wherever you’re going,’ she said pretty bluntly. I was surprised for the second time, but I said nothing, and. She had two abortions during college. She talked about the emotional toll this had on her. She would have loved to carry them to term and adopt them out, she wrote, but she was on her career path and couldn’t be deterred.I lowered the diary to my lap and reflected on the revelations of her previous life. I was aroused at the thought of her many sexual encounters; but, to say I was shocked would be an understatement. Yet, the past is the past, I surmised, and she was a good and loving wife to. I couldn’t really see him but I soon felt my right ankle being pulled toward the bedpost it was tied to. Then the same thing happened with my left, spreading my legs wide. “Eat me, slave,” his wife ordered, lifting my head with both hands before sliding her crotch into my mouth.Her pussy was soaking wet and her clit was very large and very hard. I obediently starting licking as she guided my head to where she wanted it, holding it firmly in place when I jerked at her husband pulling the.