She is voluptuous, curvy and hot. I thought it would be nice to get her a new outfit so we went to some specialty shops to find her new costume.After ... drive we found a middle eastern shop with all sorts of dancing stuff. We walked in it was a little dark and dingy but smelled a little like cigars. The owner greeted us, an older Arab man wearing what looked like middle eastern clothing, he introduced himself as Mustafa. He was friendly enough and urged us to look around.My Emily asked him about. The fact that it wasn’t our home master bedroom wasn’t the point. This was a serious breach of contract here and there would be hell to pay.At this point, I didn’t care what she did or thought or if she was sincere about my own hall pass or not. I was going to fuck another woman, maybe two, maybe three, and then I would leave, probably just go home early. Part of me wondered if I could cash in the rest of her credit for the round trip ticket. It would be fucking hilarious to leave Jill stranded. He started to lower the top, but she put her hand on his."Tommy, I think that I'm pregnant." She looked down, afraid that he would get angry."Oh Sam, that's wonderful," he said, genuinely showing his pleasure. "Now we can get married."Heartened by his response, she looked at him, but with a sad look. "My mother says that I'm too young to get married," she sobbed, "or to have a baby." You know if you keep the baby our parents would have to let us get married," he said.She smiled at him. "Oh. Could my week get any crazier? my trance was broken as my phone buzzed in my hand, a message from Ellie who had clearly just woken up. It snapped me out of the situation and we had a little back and forth talking about what we did the night before, how much fun it was, and how we should absolutely do it again, but maybe with something to eat before the alcohol.Mentioning that I was out for a run and her not believing me, I snapped a selfie and sent it to her, only afterwards realising that not.