Over the years I had done some purely evil things to help out colleagues of mine who were going through divorces. Sometimes it was simple surveillance... along the lines of catching the spouse in the act with a camera. Other times it involved planting evidence to aid in bringing about a confession that was later used in court. Both times involved being the buddy for a while, and propping the colleague up emotionally until he was able to stand on his own again,Meg had to put up with some pretty. Seconds later, I saw him coming out of the front door to greet me."Hey Greg, thanks man. I owe you big time."Without much conversation, he led me around to the back of the house to a very sharp looking four-season room. Just as I was about to enter, I could see her sitting at the patio table wearing a smile that I hadn't seen in forty years."Hi Greg. It's good to see you again and so happy you agreed to help."I guess the confused look on my face let her know I hadn't the foggiest idea of what. As I slide my fingers out of you, I rub downwards on your clit with my thumb. As I slide my fingers into you, I rub upwards on your clit. Slowly and steadily, I slide in and out, rubbing up and down. The more you move against my hand, the faster I slide in and out of you. Your breathing because jagged and you are practically panting and gasping at this point. Just a few more strokes and I feel your pussy clamp down on my fingers as your orgasm begins. I stop the motions of my hand and just hold. He frowned as memories of his attackers words came back to him. "God is a tyrant." Marcus grimaced, remembering just how close his own predicament came to proving that. He had not only been punished for someone else breaking the rules, but God would have let him be raped rather than let him break another rule. Anger rose up inside of Marcus. Was this really the same God that he'd grown up with? The same one that Angel still seemed so loyal and trusting of? Marcus didn't know, but there was.