”Mrs. Vance scrubbed his hard dick vigorously, gripping hard around his member with a fist full of soap. She was obviously testing him, trying to co...x him to cum. It took tremendous concentration to distract himself from the amazing feel of a woman playing with his cock.His swollen dick would never fit in that tiny cage. Mrs. Vance solved that problem with a bowl of ice. Shrunken to a small nub, Tommy’s dick was a perfect fit in the cage.Instead of putting his own clothes back on, Mrs. Vance. I scrap my fingernail across his back. He starts to move down and before I know it his tongue is deep inside me. I moan softly. My legs start to shake. I move my hips as he licks deeper. I can hear his breathing. He sounds like a lion that is just getting into the catch he has gotten. I feel his fingers start to explore me. I lift my right leg and place it on the edge of the shower. I feel the pressure of the orgasm building. I arch my back as the rush or fluid escapes me. My legs are shaking,. “Gary, is Lisa okay?At the mention of Lisa’s name Gary started sobbing. I had never seen Gary Ross cry. Normally he was making other people cry.“She left me, Rick,” he stuttered. “She left me for some old broad that just moved into town. Out in your neck of the woods. She just told me plain as day this morning. Kissed me goodbye and loaded her suitcases into a cab...”I couldn’t believe it. The dark bruise on my stomach throbbed as I thought about Rachel Finklestein’s bodybuilding display, her. I wouldn't back down. I wouldn't let her destroy my family. I would fight to the very end. I had my family. I had wed him with Luben's blessing. “I will not be parted from my husband, my Goddess.”Her head cocked to the side. “Then you will die.”“I'll die without him,” I snarled. “I'll leave the priesthood. I won't make any more art. I will never dance again. Never paint. Never make love. I won't enrich this world any more, only poison it with my bitter grief. I promise you, that I will be done.