The Divorce D

I am your wife, and today I am stunning, standing here with my lawyer, divorce papers in hand, wearing a burgundy latex dress and incredible high heels. You look at me, and I am confident, smiling, waving the divorce papers, and asking you to sit across from me. First, before you sign, let me tell you that you are boring. Our marriage was the most tedious part of my life, so I obviously cheated on you countless times. Let’s sign these papers, and I want you to understand that everything will be mine—the house, the money, absolutely everything. To show you that I am in charge, I order you to lick my high heels and my feet. Kneel down and lick, s slave. Look at you—you make me laugh; you look ridiculous. But I’m not done yet. (I lift my dress, and you see a big, thick surprise) Ready to use that mouth, s. You gag on my s and s it like a good s s. But wait, I’m still not satisfied. Now, you will spread your a cheeks and give me that a, s. I finis