She laid my cock on my stomach and lovingly planted kisses on it.She sat back and knelt between my legs. She ran a finger around her lips and sucked o... it. “Your slave hopes she pleased her Master” she said sweetly.I flipped my leg over her and sat up on the edge of the bed. I drained my coffee.“It was suitable” I said noncommittally.I rose and pulled on my jockey shorts and robe and went to the dining room.Cook had prepared a man’s breakfast of bacon, eggs and home-fries.I was eating when Leah. " She then led the ritual applause."I will now turn this meeting over to her." Thank you, Miss James. Ladies. First, we must be clear on one point. I am addressing you today as the chairman, not as a student of this school. That fact is reflected in my mode of dress. Your reactions to seeing me dressed this way, while understandable, are inappropriate. Over the next few months, we will be having more such meetings. This mode of dress will serve as a reminder of the function I am serving." There. He had taken several deep breaths, stood and said, ‘Come on, Claire. Ditch these bitches and come home. I know that I messed up and I’ll make that up to you, but I’m not going to agree to any of this. If you divorce me, I’m going to take the kids. You’re an unfit mother without me to keep you in line.’ We were in a deposition room at a law firm in downtown St. Louis. There were cameras recording the meeting and that was evident from the lights that were clearly on. Margo had driven us there. The whole night. We’d cum together, take a rest, work up the strength to go again and then just go for it. It was far and away the best night of my life. But college days ended and we went our separate ways. We stayed close, talked on the phone occasionally. She even came to visit once, although she said she was being visited by her Aunt Rosie. Yeah, she called it that. Aunt Rosie. Pathetic, I know. I got a handjob out of the deal though, and I can’t really complain about that. And that’s how.