There are hundreds of actresses at my level. I was the middle-management of actresses.One day my agent had the paperwork for my Screen and Stage Actor...' Guild card, and she told me I had to pretty much decide who I wanted to be for the rest of my life. Fuck. The rest of my life. No pressure.She said that I was going to have to lose 'Lucy.' Too many associations. "You're not a comedienne. You're not funny. Don't let it go there."I was in the middle of an off-off-Broadway production of Othello,. Finally, she withdrew and Virginia felt hands support her legs as her pussy finally released its hold, the nerves of her vagina and arse raw with pain and pleasure, her breath coming in great gulps as, exhausted, she was finally lain down.Before she could gather her breath, she felt her legs pushed back and her swollen cunt accept another cock into her. This felt larger than all the others and seemed to fill her even more and she groaned as the flared head sc****d the walls of her. We met a few times. I got her wish list. I tried to give her one she could fulfill. Occasional truths were shot down as jokes. Our marriage or her marriage was fun. My relatives said they were happy to see the end of maverick. Her friends seemed happy for her.We gradually settled. I went back to surgeries and she to be the best housewife of the neighborhood. The two pregnancies in 2 years were proof of our sex life, but a factor V mutation resulted in mid-pregnancy deaths. I tried to console. We both looked at each other as we cam. I was now his cunt!!! I loved it, the feeling of ownership. As Mark pulled out of my cunt, I saw him take the condom off and throw it away. Mark looked at me and as he was cleaning his cock off he stated, "Next time you will get the opportunity to do this my barbie!" I rolled my head back and just looked up at the ceiling. I had nothing left. When Mark had finished, he came back of to the bench and the blob that was me and began gently cleaning my cum off.