Shemale Pussy Whipped
It was a shitty day in a shitty week. The kind that made me curse my
ex-husband. He was the one who insisted we buy a house out in the
suburbs. James was a suburban boy through and through and craved the
acceptance of being gay while living out the white picket fence
lifestyle. We didn’t literally have a picket fence, but we lived on a quiet
suburban street with colonial style homes, all a hellish commute from my
job in the city.
I was the one stuck with the house and the shitty commute after the
divorce. Turns out …