"I want you on the bed. Now!" He motioned with his chin for her to move. He stood up with her and shoved her onto the bed. She looked up at him from t...e bed as he undressed himself, tossing his own clothes to the side. He crawled onto the bed and pushed her back so that he was on top of her.He leaned down, kissing her again. Their lips locked madly. He grasped hold of her hair again as he forced her down on the bed. "You like it when Daddy is rough with you, baby girl? When Daddy takes. I need time to talk to the judge.’ He let himself out. ***** Fifteen minutes later Cromwell was seated in his favorite chair at his regular club, nursing his wounds with a strong drink. It wasn’t his fault, he told himself for the one thousandth time. It was all a set-up. Things hadn’t been going well at home. His wife was incredibly sexy, but had lost interest in sex, maybe she’d never really had any. He loved her, but, rebuffed each night and morning, he went to work each morning horny and. Why don't you see what you can do." Slowly, she slid her fingers under the edge of her thong and started to rub her clit. It is obvious this is what she wanted because she is immediately able to slide two fingers into her pussy. "OHHH" she moans, "That feels great! I was sitting at my desk thinking about this all morning." This of course got me even hotter, and I started rubbing my cock through my pants. "Maybe you need a little help with that?" I asked, knowing that she wants me to slide. My teeth dug into the soft wood of the pencil, threatening to break it with the force at which I clamped down. My body shook, as wave after wave of pure fucking delight spread through me. He lowered the vibrations, so that it was just a tiny pulse that matched that of my contracting walls. Good Girl. Slowly remove the egg and suck it clean. I found the string and gently pulled it from my body, feeling the warm gush of juice and cum flow out from my pussy, as the toy was removed. My panties.