Notsweet
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I was going to be a good girl and not tell this, but I can't help myself. Dating an attorney when I have to fire my divorce attorney. Since we're all done but the signing, I ask the guy I'm dating to go with me to the festivities. I'm a little weepy beforehand...if you've ever been divorced, you know what I mean. Even if you want it, there's this nagging doubt... Anyhow. Morning of the event. I meet him at a hotel to "go over" stuff. I come in, he grabs me, throws me down, and fucks me hard. He says, "Ok, get your clothes on and lets go." Me: Ok, let me take a shower. Him: I said get dressed now. Me: Yes Sir. We get there, go to the little room next to the courtroom. He grabs me, kisses me, puts his hand under my skirt and squeezes, hard. Then he smiles, leaves the room, and extends his hand to... Him: Hello, Mr. Smith, I'm Mrs. Smith's attorney. And shakes the ex's hand. We don't date anymore, but I will always love him for that.
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