I slipped my shirt back on and pulled up my shorts before casually walking out, I had a dry mouth and decided on another drink and reflect on what had...just happened, if whoever it was is still around then they saw me come out but I have no idea who they are, a very frustrating situation.“Another bottle please Mary” I said to the old girl, was it her? OMG, what if it was, I was so confused. I took my drink and sat on the bench and was asking the same question about everyone who was mingling. ’ So for thirty minutes she talked about how I need to be a hostess and how this local restaurant has been booming and I would need extra training to become a waitress down the line. ‘I hope that helps!’ ‘Oh it did.’ Kaite looked at me, ‘Somethings wrong. You’re less hyper than usual.’ I couldn’t hold it any longer and started to cry, ‘This guy named Ryan Bloomgrey basically found out my name from the front desk and has been looking at me since I moved in. He knocked on my door and said ‘Are. Claire and I both make a point to see her, butwhat kind of relationship is that? She knew about Greg, she knew, but didnothing to help him. She is just as guilty as he is! That first whippinghe gave Greg? He used a wide leather belt to beat him, and didn't stopuntil Greg was nothing more than a bloody pulp on the floor. It tookmonths for him to recuperate, and in all that time, my father never spokeone word to him!" But why!? He had to know what he had done!" He did, and he was proud of it!. This time it was a picture of "Mary" (the porn store clerk with the large breasts). This picture showed Mary completely nude, huge tits and all, wearing the big strap-on dildo my wife and I had bought that morning. Oh my god! Both of these pictures had my cock so hard (even with a big toy in my butt), that I took my dick out and started jacking off. Was my wife having sex with these two strangers, or was she just fucking with my head? I flipped back to the picture of the black man. He was.