I looked at my husband after returning home and knew that I was not at all interested in him now. I told him that I will keep confidentiality about hi... business and the illegal things will never come up. He agreed to it and we applied for a divorce. I got a healthy amount of his property as alimony and I moved into the house that Paul had given me. I was rich and powerful, but only Paul and Amy knew my weaknesses.It was closer to his house, which meant, whenever I felt like a slut, I could walk. Megan turned and looked in the back seat, but saw nothing that she could put underneath her bottom. Sighing, she eased herself down on to her left buttock so that she could lift her left hand off the seat. She unbuckled her seatbelt and carefully took off her jacket, while her poo continued to slide out of her anus into her white cheerleading panties. If they had been regular panties, she might already have marked the car seat, but these were of a denser material, with a wide gusset, a thick. She squirms, trying to escape, terrified by what comes next, but the grip on her hurts at the smallest movement, it’s so tight.“Z-zion, please, stop!” “I’m afraid I must assist you, Ms. Agnes.” Zion responds, his tone regretful. “Your body must be penetrated.”“What? No! Stop!” She protests, now fully terrified at the implications of his words.One last limb appears. This one approaches her slowly, then creeps up her body. It undoes the button of her black jeans, then the zipper. It feels cold. “Guy stroking girl. Girl stroking guy. Girl stroking girl… Guy stroking guy… Doesn’t matter, so long as there’s hands and skin and plenty of oil and lube.”“Okay,” was all I could come up with. I was suddenly very certain that Logan was really quite drunk, and that I was taking advantage of him just by letting him talk. So I spoke up - “Logan, uh, you shouldn’t-,” but he didn’t hear me or ignored me.“Best to start with the upper body…”I couldn’t help but imagine his hands roaming up to his own.