For her it was a marriage of convenience, or maybe it was desperation. She was tired of being poor.

He was one of the idle rich, a trust fund baby grown up to be a self-serving asshole. What he wanted was a submissive sex slave. But he got more than he bargained for.

For her man-hating lesbian lawyer friend had drawn up the pre-nuptual contract that he was unaware that he had even signed, the one that transferred all his worldly wealth to her upon the occasion of the wedding…

He was looking for a vulnerable woman to abuse and manipulate.
Her car was broken down on the side of the road. She was not looking to be anyone’s sex slave.

All her pleading and crying made no difference. What it took was the state of natural torpor called the afterglow, when the male is napping and unaware. She not only got free, but turned the tables on him. He was one sorry dude.

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