“Uh, yeah, of course. Just one moment, please. I was just doing a private lesson. Can you give me a moment?”I could feel my blood starting to boil... My wife was in his office, and he was trying to delay my entry. He opened the door a crack, to step in without me, but I pushed my way past him. “I don’t have a lot of time,” I explained as I barged in.Jude wasn’t there. The office was empty, but I could smell my wife’s favorite perfume still lingering in the air. Marcel sat down at his desk. There. The woman on the screen started to talk, something about spanking. With that she faced her ass to the camera and she commenced to spank her own ass with the riding crop. I watched as she changed sides and her ass cheeks got redder. It didn’t take long before I felt Deb’s cunt muscles tighten as she started to cum. “I’m CUMMMMING!” she grunted. That was quick I thought. By now Em had repositioned herself under Deb and was licking my shaft as I pumped Deb’s cunt. It was too much. I. Melissa closed the door and followed Tony to the bed.Her heart was pumping and her hands shook as she closed the door tight. She flipped the lock on the door and hoped that her husband would keep his word and not wish to return anytime soon. She calculated an hour in her head and looked at the time on the cheap plastic wall clock; hoping that it was keeping the right time. She closed and opened her eyes; taking a deep breath at the same time, her lips quivered as she finally turned to. On top of this was laid at right angles another course of logs pushed together and tied down. These were not notched. Wedges were driven in to help hold the logs in place. Mud was packed on top of these logs to fill all of the cracks and make a relatively smooth surface. The trimmed off branches were salvaged and used to cover the mud. It was felt that the roof would be weather proof when the mud dried.Now came the hard part. The door opening was two and a half feet wide, so the door had to.