At first it was the occasional late night at the office, and then it was business trips that were two and sometimes three days. Finally, there was no ...enying the truth. Her husband was having an affair. Even then Sara did not give up on her marriage. She lost twenty pounds back to the size eight that she had been when they married. She dyed her hair that beginning to grey. She bought new, sexier clothes. But the more she tried the bigger the rift between them. She had almost expected it when. I was in love with a beautiful woman — and we all know where that leads.It was a hopeless, hapless, amour. She had amply demonstrated her dislike, disdain and probably disgust, for me, making any chance of a relationship with her as far-fetched as West Ham United winning the Premier Championship, or me copping on with Debbie Harry.It was a pipe dream and nothing more. In fact I did dream of Suzannah Weston on Saturday night. Then on Sunday morning I took a cold shower and returned to the paper. ?It was my clit and my inner labia. ?Cut away from my body, it looked small and unimportant, but it was my entire old life. ?Every selfish desire I had ever felt, every decision I had made, everything... it was all in that bowl. ?I had been reborn as a complete slave, existing only to serve my Master. ?The days of being me were over with. ?Now I was his. ?Just a disgusting fat pig cunt, no more, no less.?I watched as he carefully dropped my clit and labia into a specimin jar and filled it with. He grinned wolfishly and captured my lips with his. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue, tasting his victims blood as I swirled mine around his. With his mouth pressed against mine he fumbled with the closures on his pants and pushed them down far enough to free his straining cock before he pushed my dress up around my waist. He dropped to his knees pulling me down to straddle his lap and I felt his hand pushing the crotch of my panties aside. I lifted myself and closed my fingers around.