“James,” she said, “I own you are much nicer than my hand brush, do you think you can love me?”“I do belive that I do al...eady,” I admitted.So we were wed, a big ceremony in the church near where she lived, her father found us a very nice house near the university and at the reception in the parish hall my mother gave me the best present on all.“James,” she said, “See that fine upstanding chap in the dark suit with the woman in the ridiculous hat?”I looked, he. The black couple still wanted more, the feirceness in her sexy hazel eyes looked at Antwan like it wasnt over. She got up off the table as he forcefully pulled her in his arms, pulling me along with him. I could tell she enjoyed being treated like a peice of meat as he had each of us in both arms as he walked us upstairs cum dripping down my legs and the pain in my asshole still very much there. He took us to the main shower and told us both to take off our clothes, the both of us slowly. "Not good enough!" She struts over to me and kisses me on the cheek."Be a good slut." And then jackhammers me with a strong, stronger thanI could have expected, punch on my arm. I know what I should say."Yes Mistress!"She smiles and strokes my hair for a moment and struts back. "Thesecond part of you is post interviews, where you share what you felt,when you were used. Be candid, cry, and be honest. Got it?" Yes Mistress!" Last is your private life, where you eat and do and will be taken. .." The only reason that I'm here is that I can't afford a divorce right now and I can't afford to make the mortgage payment on this place and keep an apartment too. Until I can find some way to financially do what needs to be done I'll be staying in the spare bedroom. I'll stay out of your way and you stay the fuck out of mine. Don't even look in my direction. The only thing I want from you is advance notice whenever you bring those two assholes over. I want to make sure that I'm not here.