“Missus Billings!” He dropped the bag and held out his hand. It was warm and dry, the grip firm. “I’m James Marchant. This is my better half, ...wen. Helen, if I may?”“Certainly, sir.”“I recognised you, earlier this year.” He paused to see if I reacted, but went on, “We hadn’t been introduced before, but I saw you at company events with our Mister Greengold.” He released my hand. “I was ... disturbed ... when he divorced you. I’m old fashioned, and I believe honour and integrity are fundamental. I truly believe that Maria is now being her best and truest self. She’s happy, and I’m happy for her.”I stare at him for a while. The waiter comes to our table, a man with long hair and a t-shirt that’s intentionally lengthy, almost going to his knees. It’s a good look on him, but I shoo him away with my hand. I don’t think I’ll be staying long. I don’t think Jace is the ally I was hoping he would be. Jace peruses the menu and frequently reminds me that he’s a vegan now. It normally limits his. My screams were deafening. He pounded me harder. I could feel his balls slap against me. His cock was now completely buried up my arse. He pulled his cock out and then drove the full length back into my arse. My arse was being torn apart as he repeatedly did this. After what seemed like hours his cum poured out into my arse. "What are you." I'm Pauline and I'm a slut."He grabbed me by the hair again, pulled me off the chair and spun me around to face him. "That's right. You're nothing but an. I can’t believe the way you took care of me.”“It was my honor, sugar.”Margaret’s cell phone rang. “Hello? Oh, hi Thom, what’s got you so excited? She what? She is!? Oh my god! I’m going there right now. I’ll meet you there! I love you too, baby.”“Now you get going,” she said to Ricky once she clicked her phone shut. “I’m going to throw these sheets in the wash before I drive down.”SEPTEMBER 2010Margaret picked up the phone to the sound of unintelligible sobbing. “Carrie, what’s wrong? .