I didn’t have a clue to what was going on around me. But over time, their routine became familiar to them. And with familiarity comes carelessness. ... slip of a word here, a misplaced receipt there and the pieces of the puzzle began to come together. Of course I was devastated, unable to grasp the simple notion of infidelity. I tried reason, was there something I did or didn’t do? Was I somehow to blame? But I couldn’t come up with the catalyst for Lisa’s betrayal. I worshiped her. She was my. The sight of this gorgeous blonde, who certainly knows how what she’s doing, only adds to the intensity of this erotic moment.You can feel your own orgasm starting to take control and you know that you’re not far off, especially as you know that I’ve picked up on that fact and I will now be relentless in my pursuit of your climax. I lean into you and take your entire cock into my mouth once more, giving you the perfect opportunity to gently grasp the top of my tail. Taking the thick, luxurious. It was the window cleaner, of course, it's Wednesday morning. he always comes every other week at 10am Wednesday mornings.2 weeks later, just before 10am on Wednesday morning, Tom was back at work and I was alone in the house. I went to the kitchen and tied rope around the table legs, put on a blindfold and gag and lay across the table as before. I just wrapped the ropes around my wrists and held the ends in my hands. And waited. (I didn't bother about tying my ankles.) After a few minutes I. She headed into the side room to probably practice singing where she wouldn't annoy people. The little studio room would be soundproof which gave me an idea. I exited the closet and entered the sound room. She looked at me and asked something in French. Silently I closed the soundproof door and locked it. She suddenly looked very nervous. I couldn't understand what she was saying but she was scared.I stepped toward her and then tackled her pushing her to the ground. She screamed and landed in a.