He also turned off all the downstairs lights before ascending the stairs with her.Once in the bedroom she shed the bra and panties in a seductive litt...e dance as he also disrobed. Christine lay back on the bed beckoning him. He was more than willing to oblige, impaling her and with her arousal levels already peaked, bringing her to rapture almost instantly. Again she came and again, her cries filling the otherwise empty house. Or so she thought.Unbeknown to Christine a lone intruder had quietly. I stood up as Rob put his cock in Mary Ann's pussy and one of the other guys grabbed her tits. They looked back at me and laughed and called me a weak cuckold asshole. I shook my head and walked out the door; they were right. I went up to my room and packed my things. I knew my marriage to Mary Ann was over.My problem now was I was made a cuckold and these fuckers made me one. I knew deep down that I had to get even with them at any cost. I couldn't go through life letting these assholes do. Each time we would stop we would grab us a cold beer out of the cooler and pull us up a piece of ground and talk. For the first couple stops the conversation was little sexual comments toward my wife back and forth as everyone else would laugh, and of course my cousin trying to get me and her to drink some of his homemade moonshine. Shortly after these talks we would began riding again and after the second stop I told my wife that I was not drinking any moonshine, because I could drive home. Caldwell’s office isn’t like this,” Kara said from her spot in between Whitaker and Taylor.“That’s the problem with John’s formula. This kind of ostentation isn’t about power, it’s about insecurity. The Senator is a lot of things, but insecure isn’t one of them.”“Ostentation?”“Khvastovstvo,” Taylor translated.“Ahh. Many of the ... I’ve seen weak men pretending to be strong. You think this lawyer is such a man?”“Not in the same way. This is less about wanting to feel important and more about.