I couldn't tell you about him. But he set up several hidden trust funds for me. Don't worry about me. I have plenty of money."I thought back to her be...t up Honda and our modest house. True, she was in a very nice neighborhood up in Westchester and she had a successful career, but we'd never been extravagant. Perhaps she'd gone to extra lengths to hide her financial situation. Either way, it was a surprising revelation that Jonathan Kendall had been helping her out for a long time, and I. They come downstairs again, giggling about something they had discussed outside. I try to calm my breathing down to make sure they don’t suspect anything, while the wonderful stinging in my shoulders starts to subside. He yells to her “What the fuck are you doing? Are you going to be in there all night?” I knew that he was mentally abusive; I was putting on an act to humor him, taking interest in his line of work and laughing at his jokes, meanwhile despising him more by the second. Did I feel. ‘Asshole.’ I went to punch him again in the arm but he caught my wrist in his hand. And before I knew it, he had flipped me over onto my back, pinned both of my wrists above my head and was straddling my waist. And I thought that being on top of him was bad. Now he was on top, and we both knew that he had complete control. I closed my eyes again, afraid but also anxious at what I now knew that I was hoping would happen. I could once again feel the bulge between his legs pressing even harder. “Come on,” she said, sounding half-strangled, “fuck me, Pete!”I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy and she stood on tiptoes, moving up against me so that she could almost push herself back to sit on my cock. I rubbed up and down her pussy lips until she was biting her lips and then slid into her, gently but firmly, moving against her so that if it hurt, I could stop. Finally, I was literally balls deep.“Fuck that’s good,” she said, breathing a bloom of condensation onto the mirror,.