Christmas, being that family time kind of holiday, meant that there weren’t many friends available to hang out or chat. So, I decided to check my l...ck on that all-too-familiar phone app. I opened the app to see if there was anyone online I’d even be interested in, but no dice. I turned off the lights, locked the doors, and sped to Mariela’s to my unopened bottle of Yamazaki. It was my Christmas present to myself. What better time to open it up?I pulled in the garage, closed the door,. I owe you my life, my body, everything, Darren. I will never forget that. Just don’t forget that I am still your Queen and you owe me your fealty nonetheless,” Yara reminded him as she moved one of his hands to her twat.“Naturally, my Queen,” Darren acknowledged the nature of their affair openly.“I will never take a consort or husband, not publicly. Just know that you’re the closest thing to it that will ever be. I’m your salt wife as well as your Queen. We just cannot admit as much. Which is. Bjorn reaches into his jacket and hands her an envelope. She walks over to Ralph with a purposeful, sensuous sway then runs the envelope up and down both sides of his face."What are you talking about, baby? We're still married." Ralph asks in total confusion."These are the final divorce papers you signed 10 weeks ago," She snorted, "you thought you were signing my company medical insurance forms. You remember, I was giving you a blowjob at the time and swallowed your pitiful little load. You. Carol, on hands and knees, began to lick at her carpet and my shinned black shoes getting the drops of my sperm.I left feeling her eyes following me and knowing that Carol was a good find, something to compliment my erotic tastes. She was much better than tentative stupid teenagers, like the girls from college, and seemed to take abuse better than even my sister, whom needed to be treated more like a girlfriend than what she was, a fuck slut.I continued to do the same thing, fucking her mouth.