Cum is splattered everywhere: in her mouth, dripping down her chin, in her hair, dripping off her big tits. A really filthy picture.There’s no doubt...now, my wife is having an affair with Jeff. I confront her again.“He took a lot of pictures of you two fucking and sucking, Jen.” She stops in her tracks. “I saw the dirty pictures, you slut. I saw you bent over with a twelve-inch cock in your pussy from behind. You loved it so much you were screaming. I also saw a picture of you covered in his. He was irresistable and I knew I had to have him. I tried my best to catch his attention and after many nights of flirting and getting to know eachother it finally worked. I couldnt believe my luck the night I ended up going home with him. I'd had a bit to drink but I knew perfectly well what I was doing.We got back to his place and immediately started kissing. He passionately threw me down on the couch and layed his body on top of mine. Oh how I loved the feeling of his warm body up against. He scoffed when I said the word partner. One second later, guess who showed up? Mr. Singh, the young Indian security guard whom I left in the security booth downstairs. He’d begun patrolling and made his way up the floors. Upon seeing him, the two police officers relaxed. Here comes my partner, I said. The chubby policewoman looked at Singh in his uniform. He wore the khaki shirt and black pants with the red company logo emblazed upfront. I wore a black security uniform, with the company logo. The bonds held her tight and she was anerotic, writhing tableau on the modern executive desk. Facing the door, betweenSarah's legs, was the lovely and needy Rachel. Her long blond hair was becominga tangled mane as she eagerly lapped and moaned, working to extend Sarah'sorgasm as long as she could. When she heard the sudden noise from the doorway,she looked up suddenly to expose her lips and face thickly wet and glistening. The noise had been caused by the briefcase hitting the floor and by the.