55pm Jonathon was outside number 12."You're prompt," said 'Jane,' "I like that."'Jane' was in her late thirties, he figured. She wasn't bad looking, '... bit plain', he thought and she'd always wore conservative business suits when he'd seen her. He thought maybe business executive or a lawyer. Certainly a professional type. Jonathon assumed she was a lesbian whose biological clock was ticking and wanted to have a kid before time ran out. Her hair was always tied back giving her a rather severe. One had gotten under her, forcing her to ride him while he played with her enormous tits. Another guy got behind her and took her up the ass. She couldn't breathe because her airway was being blocked by another massive cock. Images of her husband waiting for her at the restaurant, and her c***dren asleep in their beds ran through her mind as she felt her world crumbling. She tasted cum as he spilled himself down her throat and another took his place. Over and over again, everyone had a turn at. Robert started to drink and his scurrilous attitude toward me got worse. I could not take it anymore and we got a divorce. As soon as the divorce was final, he just disappeared," She said as she finished her story.I lifted her off my lap, and picked up the pictures. I put them into the envelope. I popped the disk out of the laptop and put it in a case. I picked up everything and put them away in my computer room. I walked back into the kitchen."I think we need to get away, just the two of us.. In the other room across the hall George's wife laid in her bed filled with anger. She knew that her husband purposely had his door open so she would hear the screams of ecstasy coming from that bitch who was fucking her husband. She dared not to say anything or take measures to harm her rival because she would soon be out the door, joining the work force and being demeaned like the other wives of the power brokers of the world had endured. So she kept her mouth shut and even laughed at his.