My father had a basic philosophy that he instilled in us kids as we were growing up. "Never get mad" he would say, "But always, always get even. And t...en if you can, get ahead."As angry as I was at finding out that my so-called 'loving husband' was a cheat I was not so mad as to forget my father's credo and I was already planning my revenge. Even being over thirty and having had three kids I didn't look all that bad. I still got an occasional wolf whistle and I had never been to a party that I. "In fact, you've been so good I am going to let your darling husband go to the bathroom. Luke, take the wimp outside and let him do his business. When you get back I'll let you get a morning blowjob from the cunt before I put her cute little ass to work."Luke unlocked Jim's wrists and unfastened the rope around his throat from his seat. He used the rope like a leash and pulled him out of the chair, nearly choking him in the process. Jim was stiff and sore and had trouble standing. But as soon. He spent most of the meeting refusing to speak English, though he had attended Stanford, and dropping veiled insults to her gender. She let her anger get the best of her when he demanded water. There was a pitcher right in front of him and he expected her to pour it. He didn’t expect it any more. He left in a huff without his glass of water. She had been teetering on resigning for weeks. Leave the world to its own devices and concentrate on her own damaged life. Her marriage had suffered. He was a well built guy in his mid 20's with dark hair. He quickly shed his outfit and danced around the room in a thong. The scene was pretty funny as the women hooted, hollered and whistled as he dance. He moved from one woman to the next and ground and danced with each of them. He moved over to dance with my wife and she looked at me and laughed.The dancer turned my wife around and stood behind her. He grabbed her hips and positioned her so she was on her hands and knees with her head.