I buy costumes and I let him act out his fantasies. I just don't understand it. I've done things I felt awkward doing just to please him. I've let him...use me in ways I wouldn't have allowed anyone else to. Still things have gotten stale. It's like he's not even turned on by me anymore. I've taken sexy photographs and sent them to him. Emailed him during work and even sent him sexy texts. I wear whatever he wants. He just had to ask me and I would do it. What was wrong with me? I missed how. How could you poison the children against me without hearing my side? Have you never thought there may be an explanation for this?" I don't need anything from you!" she shouted. "I've got all the evidence I need, and you won't wriggle out of this: I won't listen to your lies. Keep yourself separate from us. Get your own meals. Understand?"He felt suddenly deflated. The woman he loved more than his life had no trust in him, no belief that he could be innocent. He couldn't live with that."What I. What obsessed me the most was actually to see her sucking on another cock than mine, to see her lips surrounding another mans dick until he gives her his juice. That day, I decided to go for a beer in a bar just out of town. As I was sitting at the bar I met a guy, Tom, who was having a beer by himself. We started chatting and we got along very well. He told me he was not from here and that he would be staying around just over the weekend. That was the perfect opportunity I thought. I asked. You came in and pulled out your magnificent cock and pissed. I actually came from looking at your cock. I certainly didn’t come from the tiny sausage Mr. Room Service was poking me with.”One of the guys said, “Aren’t you a hot little fucking whore.”She said, “Right now I am hot for your hard black meat.”Then I could hear her moaning and slurping and one of the guys said, “Here’s another one for you.”She said, “Put all three in my mouth. Yes! Rub your cocks and your balls all over my slutty.