On Saturday, every time I closed my eyes brought back the vision of my wife on that hotel bed with that asshole behind her, fucking her, driving his c...ck into the woman that was the center of my world. Sleep was impossible.I started having more thoughts of inadequacy. Had I driven her into the asshole's arms? Was there something lacking in me that made her seek satisfaction elsewhere? Why would a successful, apparently happily married woman have sex with another man? I knew that we had had. A six-foot-tall, handsome young man of Saudi descent. He was born in the City of Mecca, deep within the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. He grew up in New York City, though. His parents were well-adjusted Saudi Americans. His father Ibrahim Al-Hajj was a professional chef in The Bronx and his mother Fatima worked as a social worker for the New York City Department of Social Services. Farouk Al-Hajj was a twenty-year-old student at John Jay College of Criminal Justice in New York City. And he lived. It was Tony that finally grunted, "What?"Holding the paper out to Tony she said with a smile of triumph, "Its her!"He studied the picture for nearly a minute as the other ladies in the room congratulated Jill on her find, an unknown prize was to be awarded to the one that had found her. His frown of displeasure started to soften and then finally he smiled, a thing that was rare indeed.Tony too saw the resemblance. "Who is the slut?"Virginia took back the paper and quickly scanned the article.. He only nodded his head in assent.Father Leary watched as the young girl unbuckled his belt to drop his pants. She struggled trying to get them over his shoes so finally she took his shoes and socks off also. Unexpectedly Jill stood. May I take your shirt off also Father? I think you will be more comfortable without any clothes. This little slut was making it easy on the old priest. He had never been naked for one of his private confessions but he had often wished that he was.Jill took off the.