Transportation truck for Ruby

Then the transportation truck arrived to pick up Ruby. The moment was here. The guy came to my door, made some small talk, and handed me the papers to sign for her. I said I'd just be one moment and I'd go get her, taking the papers with me.

I went into the garage and she was huddled in the cold corner where I left her, still crying silently. I turned on the light and walked over to her, her looking up at me, silently pleading when she saw the papers in my hand. She had undoubtedly heard the truck arrive and knew what it meant. I stood over her, looking down, relishing in the power I held. This power had made me rock hard, and I unzipped myself and pulled out my cock, sticking out over her head. "Suck" I said, gently. "This might be your last blowjob, so make it count." She reared up on her knees, and her mouth opened and fit around my cock head for the last time, the wonderful familiar warmth of her mouth washing over me. I relished all the details of her oral technique that I had taught her and molded her to over the years of our relationship, and realised that this, right now, was the final result, the peak of her adaption to my preferences. I loved it, and felt sorrow that I would never feel her mouth around me again, but it didn't dim the excitement of the power I was enacting.