"I know," I nodded. "Last night was just for the night. We shouldn't make a big deal out of it." Oh," Hope shook her head. "I wasn't going to say that...at all." Good," I said as I looked at her."I was going to say, last night was exciting and tiring," Hope smiled. "If I hadn't got myself fixed, I would definitely be pregnant with the amount of cum you dumped into me." I like that word," I smiled as she came closer to me."What? Dumped?" Hope said as she stood inches away from me."Definitely," I. One thing I noticed, each video I watched, my cock was hard and I had to masturbate to these 10 to 15 minute ‘porn’ videos my wife starred in.I realized that it wasn’t possible to watch the house for these ‘fuck’ sessions, the scenes had changed to a motel room, after the second filming. I tapped the phone, but any scheduling of her sexual activities were to her cell phone. Now, I was in a quandary, what was I going to do. I talked to an attorney, and he told me that I had enough evidence. I told him to meet me at the hotel bar in the lobby.he was five minutes late - I fucking hate when people are late.I told him so, and then told him I would punish him for this.he mumbled his apologies, and I told him to shut the fuck up.he was to speak only when I gave him permission. he nodded. I finished my beer and did not offer him anything. I told him to follow me. I went to the elevator. he followed. On the way up to the room, I told him to give me his phone. I turned it off - I did. "I countered, "How about 'Expert Witness?" And what am I to tell the auditors when they ask what area of expertise they had?" She asked playfully.I answered, "Forensic Knot Expert." You're kidding right?"I told her truthfully, "You could always try it. I read about this guy in Great Britain last year. He's a member of the International Guild of Knot Tyers & Forensic Science Society." Okay, I'll bite, how does that make a hooker an expert witness?"While taking off my jacket, I said, "Well, a.