I was the opposite of Ryan. I was handsome for my age, a happily married father of two with a great job. But I didn’t even have the confidence to sa... ‘stop’ when I saw him with Mary! I was polite to a fault, a human doormat, I was ALLOWING my wife to not only have an affair, but for it to be with our own son! All because I was afraid of what might happen if I owned up to what they were doing. I wanted to say something.. I wanted to do something.. but I’ve literally walked out of the house to. I'll get a sports bra." Tiffany said. "Those things are hot but I'll wear one when I'm out with the boys. Will that keep you happy?" I nodded and smiled. "Now Go clean up for dinner." Tiffany turned and started jogged up the stairs. I watched her tits bounce with each step. "God she's going to kill me" I muttered under my breath. Tiffany stopped half way up and shouted down "Can I just use your shower? I don't think I have any clean towels in mine" I told her "Angel you can use any shower you. .cum" She gasped through heavy breaths, i kept up my speed, squeezed her throat a little harder and started nicking her earlobe with my teeth, soon enough she let out a low moan as juice began to errupt from her pussy soaking my fingers, as the last her drops came out she let out a loud squeal. Upon doing so, she'd realised what she'd done."We need to go, quick!" She said in a hurry, reaching for her bag. I grabbed her hand"Whats the hurry? I havnt come yet, thats a little unfair, isnt it?" I. Remorse was for the weak. ‘As for you and Sally wanting to talk to me, let’s wait until we get to the airport, shall we?’ *** Rebecca hadn’t expected Erika to call her so early that morning. Nor had she anticipated that her meeting with Guus Kessen would take place so quickly. It seemed the millionaire was flying to his villa in Monte Carlo this afternoon and this would be his only opportunity to see her for a few days. It’s up to you, Erika had told her during their early morning telephone.