That was none of his concern. Women are too soft, he thought to himself, ramming his cock down her throat further, while she strained and pleaded for ...ercy through her actions. After she had made several choking noises, he pulled himself out, and asked her to part her legs. She nodded, looking down, pretending she wasn’t crying. He hated whores who cried. These bitches existed to serve him. If they couldn’t swallow his cock properly, why should he allow them any mercy. She winced as he. He raised his hand and pointed at me. "You have given up any right to protest that decision, if I decide to make it."He stood before me. "Anytime you feel that you cannot deal with this, well, I'm going to give you one more option. Tomorrow we are going to the lawyer's office. He's drawn up divorce papers and will be holding a certified check for ten thousand dollars. I've already signed the papers. Tomorrow you will. If you find you can't deal with the consequences of your actions, just drive. Pulling out from her pussy, he replaced his cock with two fingers which were instantly coated in her love juices. With a mischievous smile on his lips, he withdrew his fingers, and using her juice as lube, inserted them into her asshole. She gasped at the unexpected entry but turned her head to face him with a smile, intimating that it was good enough for him to continue. He kept lubing her asshole up for a few minutes, making it nice and wet in preparation for what he aimed to do next.. The stillness of the room where before could only be heard the hushedrespirations of boys' slumber had given way to the spirited sounds of youngmale arousal and stimulation. The creatures shifted to accommodateshuddering erections or spasming bellies, the graceful re-positioning oftheir limbs rustled like blown leaves in autumn.The string-bean youth with the raven colored hair still retained hisdistinction as tallest of the boys although this was likely the last summerhe was to do so. His body.