I sat on the couch and flipped through thechannels. Not really paying attention to anything on TV, I was moreinterested in what had just happened. E...ika spent the rent money her momleft her, and she was desperate and offered me sex to keep quiet. Icountered her offer with mine, and she accepted (as if she had a choice).Until her mom comes back in three weeks, Erika agreed to be my sex slave. Ihad dreamt of this moment for almost two years. She strutted herselfaround here always teasing me. Those that squirt are released from their chairs and brought to a different building belonging to a different government agency, this one in charge of all matters relating to powered women.First they are registered as carrying the gene, then an egg shaped vibrator is inserted into their pussies, perfectly pressed against their g-spot with tiny hooks attaching to the walls of the pussy to ensure that the vibrator doesn’t fall out. They are then brought to several more orgasms to determine. She was pretty; she was sexy; and she was a good cook. Unfortunately, after we were married, I found out that she was also a selfish, demanding bitch. No matter what I did, or how hard I tried, it simply wasn't good enough for her! It got so bad, that I ended up dreading going home.After my divorce with Caroline, I began to wonder if I would ever meet a good woman! I mean, all I wanted was a pleasant wife to go home to, someone who I could just enjoy life with. I didn't think I was asking for. .. but sweetie ... my cancer has already spread throughout several of my systems. John, this is what my mother died from. Dr. Jones ... she doesn’t think I am going to beat this. Basically I have a choice. I can go through numerous operations while they cut off a piece of me at a time, and spend my remaining days puking my guts out, bald and in pain. Or I can spend my remaining days with you, Susan and my dad. The doctor says I may have up to 2 years. I’ll take it John. I’ll take 2 years with.