I had taken the light out of thedoor opener earlier. I reached across the seat and ranmy hand up her thigh, gently. “Now it’s time for som...fun,” I said, “Let me be a gentleman and open your doorfor you.”She started to cry, softly. I opened my door, got out,and walked around to open the door for my victim.“Get out,” I said, “and kick off your heels. Leave ’emout here.” In the dim light of the car’s door lights,she got out, kicked. I could hear some conversation but not really understand it. I chuckled to myself and thought about how Sarah would always try to guide me in what to wear. But when I turned around, I was at just the right angle that I could see them in the mirror that was above the desk. She was on her knees and sucking him off! I almost dropped my glass but I stood there transfixed watching this incredible live sex act right before me. Jennifer’s hands were running up his chest and down his thighs as her head. I was linkish, still blindfolded. But I knew from the second on he had come into the room that this was it. The real thing, real life, the real me. There was no more hiding. And there was no more shame, maybe for the first time in my life. When he was naked, he let me explore him. On my knees, starting with his feet which I kissed and licked, the way he wanted it; moving on unto his wonderful cock. That’s what religion must be like. Adoration, admiration, bliss. He had me get up, turn around. Margo had been dumped close to ten times and never held it against her ex's, but not one of them had the balls to cheat on her 'till she met Roger.Roger Baker was every woman's dream: rich, successful and hung. But Roger had one problem — he was a serial cheater. Roger could care less if a woman got hurt. He left a long list of broken hearts in his wake. Roger had broken up marriages, families, and in one case, he caused a mother to try and kill her daughter to be with him. Let's just agree.