Finally, I took the pictures down, and we began the conversation that would change our relationship."I'll tell you what I told justin: Sometimes I wis... you were abusive, maybe it'd keep me in check. But you're so sensitive, and you wouldn't be able to deal with me flinching away from you and being afraid of you. You're soft. Maybe you're not hard enough to control me at all."It was a bitchy move on my part, but I meant it. I was a stubborn, controlling, manipulative slut. But I wanted to be. He then stood up, unzipped his pants, and then motioned for me to do my thing. I got up from my chair and dropped to my knees in front of his pants. I reached in and took his cock out. It was only slightly hard and very small. I knew better than to mention this to him. I then licked the tip to try to get him a little bigger. Then I took his cock in my mouth. It actually fit with the first attempt. Then I let him begin fucking my face. He was very rough especially when it came to his sack. I figured she would be getting off soon anyway, she was your stereotypical business woman, or “strict teacher”, if that was your thing, with her hair tied in a knot on top of her head and glasses that seemed a little too big for her face. She was wearing a black jacket with a grey blouse underneath and a skirt that slid up from her knees when she sat down, and she had long, slim legs in high heels. Not dressed for a long train ride.I, on the other hand, was dressed for a long ride. Jeans and a. Will you get checked for them, I have no way of knowing if you used the condoms every time and I do not know if I believe you if you say you did.”“OK” She answered, “now for the last part, no it is not over. I am filing for a divorce and we will be together while we are waiting. All I want is my clothes and my car. The house, the savings, and all of the other stuff you can keep. I will ask for joint custody with unlimited visitation for Jason.” She continued; “He and I have talked and after we.