”He paused.“My ex-wife had some money from a settlement she got. We had the place together, but I got it in the divorce.” I nodded.“I didn’t...ask for anything, but the house.”“How long have you been divorced?”“Two years.”“Amicable?”“Uhhh…. I wouldn’t say that. She cheated on me and she wanted to be with the other person.”“Wow.”“She met a woman and the rest is history.”I almost spit out my wine.“She left you for another woman?”He nodded.“I’m sorry.”“It stung, but what I didn’t know or understand. “Not if you deep throat him.” I cheerily concluded, and the look on her face said volumes. Obviously, she couldn’t, or didn’t know how to do it. Having my catty moment of victory, I left her to her own cleaning, and made my way out, refreshed, and even a bit bolder, having stroked my own ego.Coming out, Ron was nowhere to be seen. I frowned thoughtfully, and more carefully looked around. Then I saw him, seated in a booth and in a conversation with some other men. All of them were dressed. ... bringing you to the bed.... im going to make you my whore! reaching out to your thong to remove it.Super Michelle "ohhhhhh...stop....the buzzing....i can't think" - she protest, the vibrations arousing her, her breasts bouncing, her body squirming in the energy net. Unable to resist"Ohhhhh...nooo...my panties" - she cries feeling her pussy being exposedShadow Dancer Goes to force you onto the bed.... pushing you down onto your back... keeping you held down I grab hold of a arm binder and. Then came the dead, ten of them, mangled and torn, each borne on a primitive bier of kilt stretched over saplings; but not one bloody, each corpse lovingly cleansed with limbs straightened.The first seven bodies were males and the eighth female; they had been big statured with rough hewn features. The biers were carried by similar looking men, grim visaged, black jackets, Government Tartan kilts, bare headed, with heavy ancient blast weapons slung. There were no following mourners — only.