I am a third year student at University, with a double major, seeking a double BA in Women’s Studies and Social Work. I had it all mapped out, I had...the scholarships, the bursaries, and even strong lines on jobs post grad since my work experience semester was with the Ontario ministry office my uncle works out of. Everything was on track, until the Book. I worked part time at Ching Wu’s Gallery, it is an upscale place on the edge of Chinatown where the amount of wasted space around an object. Generally speaking I would get horny at work, text him to see if he was around, stop by his place on the way home and hook up. Go home to my wife. The most brazen thing I have done was take a trip to Las Vegas with him. I pretty much kept my dick in his ass the whole time. It was very hard to go out with him because he was very flamboyant and god forbid a picture gets snapped and posted. I'm just being paranoid but he's really flamboyant. I'll give you an example. We got to Vegas and we spent. Melita broke our mouth tingling kiss to whisper, "Stroke my shoulders, and down onto my breasts."In moving my right hand from her waist it became breast before shoulders, but each was an exquisite sensation. Tracing the curve of her shoulders was dream-like, but moving back over those breasts, both breasts this time, was pure joy. They were so soft yet so firm and silky. As she had advised me earlier, I finger-tipped her nipples, always being as gentle as I could.She broke the kiss, and, on a. Do you want some dirty kitty?” Our sex was fantastic. I never mentioned to her that each time she called Frank to ask if she could come over, he would immediately text me to let me know it was happening again. I really loved the time and anticipation between his text and her arrival home, bringing both dirty kitty and her wicked smile back to me.Frank and I never did meet up face to face but he would occasionally send me a pic of my wife that he had taken, sometimes with his cock in her mouth.