Ed reached over to the bar on the side of the car and got out two flutes and a small bottle of champagne.“Hey, how ‘bout a toast, sweetie!” he s...iled at me. I nodded and he popped open the bottle and poured us each a drink. I’m not a big champagne fan, but considering the near future, I decided that getting a little bit in the bag would not be a bad idea. By the time we’d put about an hour on the road, Ed and I had killed two of the small bottles and I was working a really nice buzz. Not drunk. I was beginning to think that the playfulness of the night before might not have been such a great idea. I remember kidding about jealousy, but now it was there for real. This guy was real and he had the hots for my wife. He’s rich, good-looking, wide shoulders, arms that look like they’re made of muscle, big dick (well, at least that wasn’t in the picture)… and single. And I could tell from the way my Dani was intently scrolling through his FB page that she was enthralled with him, too. That. Oh, not just anywhere; but where it counts the most - with the big spenders."That was certainly not what Ellie had expected to hear after her first night on the job, and she went home eager to tell Mel and Rachel all about it.Ellie awoke at 8 o'clock the next morning, feeling fine, except for her jaw, which she had worked to extremes the night before.Stumbling out of the shower, she tugged on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Gathering her hair up in a loose knot on top of her head, she. He reaches down, puts his hand under her panties and tears, tears them off of her. "Hmm, hairy, not good." Shifting again, he pulls her shirt over her head. She struggles a little in protest. He grabs her torn panties and forces them into her mouth. "Time for you to be quiet." She looks at him, eyes wide, her smell and taste lingering in her mouth, in her nose. He rolls off the bed and reaches to the floor. He grabs an arm and pulls it towards one of the bed posts. She feels something around.