The following morning I woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed. What was Sarah going to do next? I showered, got dressed and was at the office in record...time. I couldn't wait to see Sarah. Went I got to my desk I had a note on my computer screen. "Sarah has called out sick for the day." I was totally bummed out. I wasn't going to get to see her and there wouldn't be any new adventures for the day. It was just a normal boring day. Hours of excruciating paper work was making me cranky. So I decided. .. looking into my eyes. As I get to the point of feeling beyond anything you release me and I suck in air and instantly gag again. You take me roughly. "I want you to earn your keep" you hiss in my face as you drag my head back harder and plunge your throbbing fuck tool deep into my throat, Pushing deep, push, push. As I start to gag you push harder, then pull back out again.I am limp, useless, as you abuse me like this. Just a tool, an outlet for your frustration. I am held up only by my. “You’d think so. Except when said husband then claims to be too exhausted to do much more than sleep. I hate rattling around in the house, alone or virtually alone all the time. I’ve been thinking about getting a dog, or something. I hear that dogs give unconditional love, and that’s sure something I could use a healthy dose of these days. Do you have a dog, Misty?”Misty nodded. “Sure do. And yes, if you treat a dog right, and treat him well, you won’t be lonely. That’s for sure.”“Ah. So I’ve. Does it make me trustworthy if I'm honest about which high-school I attended or is it about socio-economic background? In any case, there's nothing I want to do less than discuss my upbringing, my family and the specifics of my resume with my clients. It's not even about being discovered, it just zones me out of where I want to be mentally, which is a million miles away from the 'real me'. So I'm somewhat apprehensive but the client wants drinks and is aware of my hourly rate. So I shower,.