She’d gone to Mitch for sex, withholding it from me on dates because I didn’t measure up or maybe because the evidence of Mitch was still drooling...out of her and she didn’t want to get caught. She’d done a masterful job of hiding it for this long. Mitch, the cocksucker, had smiled in my face and stabbed me in the back.I wasn’t going to pull the trigger. I wasn’t done punishing people yet. “It’s time for me to go,” I told my whore wife and hung up. The phone immediately started to ring. I. The answer came back, “A Mister di Angelo is here to see you.”The only di Angelo I knew was my late husband Gianni, who I understood was killed in 1929 in Canada, murdered with his only brother by rival bootleggers. I asked Suzanne to send him up to my office. I got up out of my chair and met him at the doorway. I couldn’t believe it! It was my Gianni, raised as if from the dead.I pulled him into the office and, before I could stop him, he kissed me on the lips. It was like all the kisses I. .."Brad sat staring at the television with Bob frozen in mid transformationto Robyn. His mind was trying to accept the implications of what he saw.This could explain a lot of things. Why Bob suddenly disappeared andRobyn appeared. Why a red hot babe like Robyn was still a virgin. Why sheseemed so clueless about most things girls take for granted. The more hethought about it the more he came to believe what he saw on the DVD."If it's real then... that hot little bitch used to be a *dude*!". He said to one of his friends next to him, "She is suckin it now. Damn, she's good."He was so horny that he kept thrusting his hips to meet my sucks. I was humming and he was moaning. I put my hands flat against the wall and swallowed every inch. When he felt my throat muscles securely wrapped around his pole, he tried to squirm.He blurted out, "Suck my fuckin dick you whore!"That is just what I did and deepthroated him faster until he couldn't take it anymore, "I'm bustin! Oh fuck! Swallow.