"I added, "But, could you imagine me on the beach in a swimsuit looking like this?" I gestured to my swollen belly.Sam's look became mischievous as he...said, "I for one think that a women becomes more sexy when she's pregnant."My face must have been beet red at his forward comment.Sam chuckled and said, "Ma'am, you can have a seat in the waiting room. I'll let you know when your car is ready."I regained my composure and offered, "That's OK. I'll use the time to run down to the sewing store.". She was due to arrive in about an hour from now, though I hoped her visit would be as short and brief as our marriage had been.I spent what little time I had before Karen's arrival, straightening up a few things, arranging what furniture and possessions I did have so as not to put on the appearance that I was destitute, or insufficient at being able to take care of myself. Silly, I know ... but I didn't want her gloating over the fact that this divorce was hurting me more than it would. Gulping for air I asked "whats wrong" and he replied "I want to fuck your arsehole". I gaspedbut dutifully stood up and took off my jeans and briefs and asked him where he wanted me. He told meto get on my hands and knees right there in the kitchen so I did and he was behind me in a flash.He licked the fore finger of his right hand and ever so gently proceeded to push it into my tight holeand with his other hand he grasped my cock and started to wank me off. The feeling of his finger sliding. The girl sitting at the desk looked up, evidently surprised by the idea of customers. "Uhhuh?" she asked. I'd known women that were more articulate with a two inch rubber ball in their mouth.Clegg persevered. "Good afternoon."The girl sat with her arms folded. "They're not here. None of them. Mr Shuster's out. Mr Siegel's away and Mr Kent is not coming in this week." Oh, dear," said Freddie, at his most conciliatory, "I had hoped to be able to consult with one of your team. Is it really just.