I pushed my asshole out as he pressed his head against my asshole. I bit my bottom lip and clasped my eyes shut to try and hide the intense pain this ...as causing. His cock head popped in past my sphincter and I couldn't help but lean forward and almost make his cock exit. I let out a whimper of discomfort and pain as Sir started pushing forward more. He had his hands on my hips and was pulling me back to him."Ahh! Sir, please, take your cock out! I can't take two! I just can't!" I screamed at. But you'd be wrong. Nor did she leave me because she was in love with somebody else. No, she swore she still loved me and only me; and, in her way I think that was true, and I am of the opinion it remains true even now.No, she left me because of a career move she felt impelled to make. She wanted to be a prostitute! Not forced to be, not blackmailed into it, not talked into it—well, there were influences. She wanted to do it to enjoy herself and at the same time make good money. She felt, not. ? She would have left somecopies of those drawings in plain view on the coffee table where he could seethem as he waited for her to return from the kitchen with the drinks. If hemade no mention of them when she returned, or was inspecting them with a disgustedlook on his face, she would immediately classify him as a ?temp.? Good forthe occasional overnight, but not compatible for anything serious. If, on theother hand, he was examining the pictures with apparent interest and said somethinglike,. “Well, that sucked,” Jessie groused after the door closed and she was gone.I shrugged. “She’ll be back,” I predicted.“You think so?” she asked, surprised. “I think she’s totally freaked out.”“She is,” I agreed. “She’s going home to Google the shit out of me, then go to sleep and she’ll be back tonight before work to talk to us. If not, I’m sure that she’ll be bringing us room service tonight.”“I hope you’re right,” she said. “Watching you together was hot.”“Watching you eat her was hot,” I.