She is unsure if those feeling were even real. If it were not for the manipulation, would I still have had them? Was Saige just playing along or did s...e really have them? It all becomes too much. The more she thinks about it, the more she becomes depressed about it. And the last thing she wants is what may or may not have been real to get in the way of what she definitely knows to be real.She doesn’t head to her assigned room. She knows that if she goes there, she’ll be alone—alone in a room. It said that the guy would be taping the whole thing for "personal use only". A risky thing to be on tape blowing your load all over some lady with a bunch of strangers, but a risk I was willing to take, for the sake of pleasure and experimentation. I emailed them and expressed my interest and swiftly got a response asking for one facial pic and one cock pic. Usually I would not just send this out into the internet without knowing who is on the receiving side of the email, but something inside. I carried them out to the truck.I drove to her club and, at her request, used valet parking. I pulled our things from the bed of the truck and followed her inside. She had reserved a suite! I followed her watching a magical backside walk before me. Beth in short shorts was a fantastic sight! The room had two cards and, once inside, I saw that there were two bedrooms.“Gerald, put my things in that bedroom and your things in the other. I did what she told me and returned to her. As soon as we. It was obviously a threat."The IHOP on 3rd in an hour," I said. She smiled at me, picked up her wrap, and left. She hadn't uttered another word.I saw her in a booth against the far wall.I took the seat across from her. She leaned back in hers. "Well, you sure make it tough to make my case, to apologize—for the fortieth time—husband mine," she said."Yeah, maybe 'cuz I don't want to hear anymore of your lies," I said."Clyde, I was telling you the truth. Marlon and I didn't do anything. I mean.