.. I told him I wanted to hurt him when I saw that. Didn't he know it was wrong? I asked him why--but I really was screaming at him. I made my father ...ry. I never saw him cry before.I yelled at my mother too. Why did she let him do it? Didn't she ever think how horrible it made me feel, knowing my mother was a cuckquean but not able to do anything about it. Why didn't she do something?I didn't really realize how old my Dad and Mom were getting to be until I watched them cry in front of me. I. This was soon followed by the one at my ass, which was far less lubricated with no juices to cover that area of mine, and was far tighter, which lead to me letting out a short, sharp scream, which was quickly covered my the man beneath putting his hand in my mouth. Incidentally it was the one that had previously been inside my pussy, so as this was going on I could taste all the juicy residue that was left over, that was once from my own pussy. For a little while they just hung there, 3 or 4. ‘I don’t know what to say,’ she murmured, at last. Eyeing her critically, he gave a slow, dismissive nod. ‘That’s what I fucking thought.’ Then, without warning, he turned around and headed for the hotel room door, roughly jamming his keycard into the slot. Hurrying to after him, she caught the door with the palm of her hand, the sound of the wood slapping against her flesh echoing loudly in the hallway. Pushing the door open, she followed him in, her heart jamming hard against her chest when. "What did he say when he saw the black negligee?"She looked up at me, stunned. Then she blushed scarlet. "He hasn't – I haven't worn it for him yet." Good lord, woman!" I laughed. "What are you waiting for?" He wants to wait." She bit her lip and blushed a bit more. "Until we're, you know..." I see. Well." I nodded. "It's a good thing I am terminating you. I can't very well employ a rival's wife, now can I?" He hasn't actually asked me yet."I laughed loudly at that. "Cyndia, I have accused.