Now John Barton was starting on his honeymoon. It was his second marriage. He had dropped his first wife, Fran, who had begun showing signs of middle ...ge. Fran had hired one of the best known divorce lawyers in the country. Barton had toughed him out the same as he toughed out every other son of a bitch who tried to cross him. Now the lawyer was nursing his wounds, Fran was living on $30,000 a year, and Barton was enjoying his billions.He had married a babe. An incredibly beautiful Asian girl. I unhooked her bra and started sucking and licking her black nipples. Her moaning sounds were getting louder and I took an advantage of this situation. I moved my hand on her pussy. It was hairy with large pussy lips. My finger opened her pussy lips and entered inside her pink hole. It was so wet and tight.Her juices were oozing out in large amount. I moved my whole finger deep inside it. Her pussy was burning. I was sucking her boobs and fingering her pussy at the same time. Her moaning sounds. Only their desperation kept him going back, and they paid barely enough to keep them clothed and fed as it was.Her fingers fluttered down the hard sticky shaft, lightly squeezing the metal cockring that tightly cinched the root, its twin around his ballsac now jammed tightly against it, as his nuts tightened in preparation. They made him wear it to keep him hard, frustratingly on edge, constantly. The second ring kept his ballsac swinging low and painful, and made cumming more difficult,. I mean, the guy was seriously a bum, by appearances. Long, greasy looking hair that looked to be falling out haphazardly,, chewed fingernails, scruffy face that looked as though it hadn't seen a razor since the first Clinton Administration. What the fuck did my classy wife see in this asshole, if it was indeed my classy wife?They had hung up, agreeing on the Mongolian grill out by the mall as their next rendezvous spot. They could be a little less discrete, since as far as Rika knew I would be.