If she was trying to give him a wake-up call, he said, he'd gotten the message.But it wasn't a wake-up call. It was a good-night call. Good-night to o...r marriage. I told him it was too late. That I didn't love him anymore.Tom had been good about remembering important dates, though. For a moment, the statement on the quiz again seemed trivial. Yet, given Nicole's situation, there had to be more to it, right?Never forgot my birthday ... never forgot ... me?Never forgot our wedding anniversary .... She lifted up while he unzipped his pants and fumbled to get his erection free. She lifted her dress just in time as she felt the tip of his cock brush across her slit. As soon as the tip pressed into her Brooke impaled herself on him. The risk of being discovered added to the excitement for both of them. Anybody leaving the restaurant and coming to the parking lot might see them, and especially anyone pulling into the adjoining parking spaces. He could feel her wetness soaking him as she. Later in the night everyone arrived down to the cellar and my torture at the hands of the young Rosa started again.The next day, Rosa brought me back to my dog house. People were leaving. The next few days were spent in the dog house with Rosa feeding me and letting me out to go to the bathroom. On Thursday, my husband and Beth left with some suitcases.As Rosa was feeding me on Friday, my son Donal, arrived. He sat down in a garden seat. As Rosa was about to open the dog house to let me out he. She opened the app on her phone and found she had one new message. Shesat down on the lounge and tucked her feet under her. She reached forher tablet, it was easier than her phone when using her business app.The message was from a man named Stephen Bateman. He had referencesfrom two of her regular clients, one a high roller the other a wealthyentrepreneur. She tapped the thumbnails to enlarge his pictures.Clients had to populate a profile on her website which included arecent face and full.