Tom wasn't there when a long and thick cock was rammed up that hair covered cunt. He wasn't there as she gargled on the cock pushed into her mouth and...he sure wasn't there when a seven inch cock ravished her very smooth bottom. He never observed her frantic manoeuvres or the way she performed as those blacks took her in all know positions. As for Tom he had a meeting to attend and really didn't give his wife a thought, he never mentioned her and as far as the committee was concerned he wasn't. As the work day came to a close and everyone began to head home, Justinfled and hid in the break room, making small talk with a couple of womenwho worked in accounting."Justin, there you are." He groaned inside as Bianca entered the room.She chatted with her employees a bit before turning back to him."I'm heading out, why don't you let me give you a ride?" she suggestedinnocently."Oh, I'm fine," he said. "I have a lot to finish up on." You can do that tomorrow," she waved. "Come ride with me.". “Fuck, I should’ve listened to Frieda. Why the hell am I this stupid?”“Testosterone poisoning,” Katelyn suggested. “It’s not Val you’re angry about is it?”“That fucking glasses wearing French bitch is fucking Maxim’s whore!” Kirk slammed his fist into the table.“Cool it, man. If you’re going to be an angry drunk, I can’t listen to you,” she said. Kirk wasn’t going to hit her. Katelyn had seen the man stripped down by alcohol to his purest, emptiest, simplest self. She had never seen what could. I needed to talk to someone, or more likely, at someone. I briefly considered my children, but discounted them for totally different reasons; my youngest, Mark, was away at university, and if on the remote chance of catching him in a position to talk, he wouldn't see anything to concern me, let alone him. Part of me agreed with that, which would make it harder to convince him; after all, I still had my job, a superior whom I disliked had been removed, so I was better off.Too many moments though.