In the end, her manners won out and she got up to answer the door. She avoided looking him in the eye because there were still hot tears on her cheeks... ‘Sorry Gabe, Morgan isn’t here. She probably went to your apartment to find you.’ She still didn’t meet his eyes, but damnit, he was too observant. A strong finger lifted her chin so he could see her face. She closed her eyes, but that didn’t hide the wet tracks on her face. ‘Rae, what’s wrong?’ he asked. She struggled and tried to turn away,. It was her friend, Johnny. Well, morethan a friend. They had been sleeping together for some time now. Whenshe asked Johnny if he wanted to help with humiliating her husband, hewas almost too happy to oblige. The ad she had placed online only saidthat her husband had lost a bet with her and anyone who wanted toparticipate in his humiliating ordeal could see him at the address werehis car was currently sitting. She asked that everyone please takephotos and email them to her. She planned. Then the trance I was in broke and I suddenly had to get out of there. It was like waking from a dream, or a nightmare, I wanted to run!I stood, stuffed my cock back in my pants, zipped them up and hurried towards the door. My neighbor didn't follow, he just said, see you, Richard. But there was some sort of smirking sound in his voice like he knew something I didn't know. But that was fine, this whole thing was a done. I've always thought it was good to have some different experiences in life,. She completed her outfit with a bolero--itleft her waist free and its long arms had puff sleeves at theshoulder. The bolero and the taffeta dress with its many layersmade her waist look very narrow. A look in the mirror: Marianne was pleased with herself.She took the bolero off and started to make herself upcarefully. Now she could put on somewhat more than she had inthe morning. Carefully, she blended one eye shadow above and atthe corners of her eyes, then patted a bit of rouge onto.