" I want you to go down on me." I want you to go down on me," said Brad. "You want me to do you, you gotta do me." Ok," said Melissa meekly."Really?" ...rad sat up quite quickly."Yeah." Melissa looked around outside the car. They were parked at a popular making out spot. Luckily, tonight, they were alone. It was dark outside. Melissa was still in her cheerleading uniform. Brad had also had practice, but had showered and changed afterwards. Melissa's bra was off and her top had been pushed up over. My writing is pretty convincing, so they want to try me. I thought for sometime and said yes I will, on three conditions. As I haven’t taken a leave for long, I will stay maximum 30 days. I have my business in Dhaka, cant stay too long. Secondly, my face cannot be shown in camera. And third, the shooting after 12 till morning, what less or more hour isnot a matter, I want 500 Sing Dollar per night. They agreed on all, and then asked, whatever you mention in your size, we need to check out and I. I pushed away the plate of half eaten eggs and grits, paid the bill, and had no idea what I was going to do next. Emotions were running rampant. First, was the disappointment I was feeling for my wife's infidelity. Second, and growing rapidly was the emotion of revenge.Clayton Brenner was wrong to call my wife. He was a smooth talker and a devious son of a bitch. Just the thought of him invading the sanctity of my marriage was making me furious. A woman never forgets her first lover and because. She seemed to enjoy the dominant way this strong tall alfa male was going about.He then tore open her shirt completely, tearing off the lower buttons and looked at her tits that were still partly covered by her bra. Before he could do anything my wife lifted her bra, so he would not hurt her when doing it himself. Her beautiful breast with hard nipples where now just in front of him and fingering her with one hand, he started squeezing her breasts with the other. She was now almost completely.