"James pulled a set of keys from his tight black pants and knelt down to free one of Cindy's wrists. His strong hands massaged the girl's sore skin."A...e you all right, Cindy?" the blond chauffeur asked."I think so," Cindy said with a nod of her head. "I'm numb."James went about the business of releasing the girl."I'm sorry," he said, gripping Cindy's shoulders. "They never should have left you in here for so long." It's not your fault." Who cares what the little whore thinks?" Keats said as he. Her personality. Her attitude. And the list went on.I kept trying for the longest time. And then one day, I just finally gave up. I realized we had kids. A nice house. Good jobs. A stable living. And it was convenient. So I decided to start keeping an eye open and look elsewhere. I didn't think I was going to leave. I think I just was horny and wanted to get laid. Hopefully get lucky. Do something crazy. I really didn't care. Just something.Little did I know what direction it would take, and. I was in agony as I had to wait all week to watch it as Amy was at home whenever I was. In the meantime I gave her an extra hard fuck each night in anticipation of what was when I could play the DVD.Finally on Saturday when she was out I finally had a chance to put the movie into the DVD player to watch it. It started with my wife talking to Vincent."I think my husband knows I am up to something," she said worried."Has he said anything, done anything?" Vincent asked back faking a bit of. ’ I looked at her face, she looked back at me, she was biting her bottom lip, hard. ‘I’ve cried. I cried for weeks over this. I’m done, this is it no more tears after this. I don’t love him anymore, I don’t know if I ever truly did. It got me thinking about what I did to you, I mean, I’ve thought about it before and how fucked up it was, but until I was put on this side of shit, I never knew how it actually felt.’ I sat back in my chair, winded, honestly they’d seemed so happy the times I’d.