The woman that should have been mine, had dumped me for money. The daughter that was guaranteed to be mine by my ex-fiancée was allowed to be adopted...by another guy, a rich guy, I had a record as a murderer. And no kid of my own.Of course, I did have my Sarah, which was kind of a faux-kid, I guess. I mean I could kinda pretend. But, in the end, nada.I wondered if the back stabber would be around like my faux-kid had predicted. And if she did come around what difference would that make. Well,. I heardhim putting it on and was full of anticipation. He told me to close myeyes which I did and came back over.He stood in front of me and said "Open your eyes and look up. I want yout see what I am going to fuck you with before I do so you know why it isgoing to hurt so much."I looked up.Holly fuck!My prior excitement and desire quickly turned to nervous fear.Sticking straight out from him was a 14 inch strap on that was thick tomatch. It was big and black and the massive head had 2 red eyes. ” As I walked round to his side of the desk so that he could get a better view of my naked body. I started to undo his flies, yanked his cock out, pulled the foreskin back and went down on him. “What do you think you are doing?” he managed to blurt out as he battled with the sensations I was giving him, and half heartedly trying to push me away. I was having none of it as I licked and sucked the head of it, giving him the best blow job that I could. “I really like what you are doing to me he. She started including my breasts in her slapping punishment for whatever the hell I did. She came with a growl all over my face three times before she climbed off. My pussy and breasts were sore from her spanking them, red marks from her hand visible on my tits and thighs. I was panting for air. She climbed off and turned and looked at me. I looked at her and wondered what the fuck. She grabbed me suddenly by the hair and pulled me off the bed onto the floor, dragging me to my knees. I'm not.