I hadn’t expected to see Jane’s car there nor had I expected to see the service engineer’s van outside either. A little voice in my head told m... that Jane was inside fucking him but I just laughed it off. No, Jane was not like that. I mean, yes she was cuckolding me but this sort of thing was not her. The voice grew louder and louder as I went inside the house and found no sign of them downstairs. I went upstairs; our bedroom door was open and there was no there. I glanced down the corridor at. "Without reckoning," replied Monte Cristo, "that all his fortune will come to you, and justly too, since Mademoiselle Danglars is an only daughter. Besides, your own fortune, as your father assured me, is almost equal to that of your betrothed. But enough of money matters. Do you know, M. Andrea, I think you have managed this affair rather skilfully?" Not badly, by any means," said the young man; "I was born for a diplomatist." Well, you must become a diplomatist; diplomacy, you know, is. I ran my hand under up Emily’s chin and lifted her head to look me in the eyes. Her cheeks were flush with embarrassment and her body was shuddering as she stood before me on weary legs with her hands behind her back. “You liked it, didn’t you slut?” Emily let out a small little whimper of acknowledgement and I could feel the waves of utter humiliation radiating off her body. “Strip for me slave.” Emily’s body quaked as she looked up at me with glistening eyes. I could see. "Do..you...ummmm...want to see...the...TV?" he asked.She opened her eyes and moaned "mmmmmmm" as she slipped a second finger inside her pussy. "Mmmm sure," she whispered.Mickey nodded, turning away from her. His hand was still shaking as he fumbled with the buttons. He found himself delivering his spiel about the satellite channels, though his mind was racing again. She was still naked. She was on her bed. She was fingering herself. He felt his cock twinge again. Shit. She was't finished. She.