It wasn't even worth going to the mailbox anymore. Hayley tossed the credit card bill on her desk and was about to throw the junk mail in the trash wh...n she saw an envelope mixed in with a folded coupon flyer. She didn't know the person listed on the return address, but went ahead and opened it since it wasn't mass mailed.Hmmm. Well, it was certainly unexpected. Her 20 year class reunion. 20? That long ago? She wasn't particularly fond of her high school years. As a matter of fact, she had. Yet here they were in some sort of unacknowledged competition to make their husbands the very worst man in their whole circle of friends. Sure, there was lots of laughter going on, but it seemed at the very least to be disloyal, and at worst – outright sneering derision.How could they stand going home with their spouse, thinking the way they did?Even if they didn’t mean it, damn – at a minimum it was cruel. There was no respect apparent.Luckily for me, Margot didn’t take part in these. “y-yes sir I understand-” He thrusts into me roughly, not letting me finish the sentence. “And I don’t want to hear a fucking sound come out of you. I don’t want you to cum..or at least not yet, I don’t want you to do anything without my fucking permission. Got it?” I nod my head. He grips my throat tightly not letting me breathe “good girl.” He begins to slam into me fast and roughly, keeping his grip tight around my throat. I moan slightly, he stops. My eyes widen realizing what I did, he. I was still shivering though as the winds seemed gale force strong and I was dripping. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the door behind me opened. I turned, heart still racing, to see a woman there. I’m not sure who was more startled though, as she obviously wasn’t expecting me. We laughed a bit with nervousness and I only had to gesture to the weather for understanding to dawn on her face. It was a lovely face, a lived-in face with a peaches and cream type complexion with dark hair, a nice.