He mumbled something like “You should discuss that with your wife.”At this point in the narrative I have to decide whether to lapse into fiction a...d fabricate an emotional confrontation with the lying and cheating bitch. But, to my regret now, I must take the far less satisfying and dramatic path, the truth. I sat in the waiting room and mentally constructed the future. Do I want to divorce the slut and move into the BOQ and go through financially ruinous path of lawyers and custody battles?. Then a thought struck me… I realized I didn't have to wait for satisfaction, I was in charge.The Domme in me surfaced once more. I ordered her to get down and lick me.For a second, Amy was a bad girl. She started trying to tease me, kissing around my crotch and avoiding my pussy. Bad move! I grabbed her hair and sternly said, "It's not your job to fucking tease me. Just lick. Now."The wide-eyed look she gave me was priceless. Then I roughly pushed her face into my crotch, and she started. . Nude, taking cocks and load after load of thick cum. I knew from that moment what I would do, I'd confront him with what I'd found, I'd show him he didn't need these photos because I was more than willing, oh, so much more than willing! I wanted him so badly, my cock twitched at the thought of him, I wanted his scent on me, his sticky, hot cum inside me. I was entirely obsessed with him.It took about a week after I found the photos, I needed to build up my nerve, but I did and eventually I. Jeremy arched his eyebrow wondering what secrets that cloth hid. Both eye brows rose when he looked at the clock and realized he was not due for his meeting for another twenty minutes. "Jenny dear, follow me to my office." He calmly said in passing as he walked by her desk. She immediately hopped up eager to follow her bosses command. Only professional... only professional she repeated to herself. She was not one who liked to mix pleasure with business. Even though he seemed to blur the line.