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First, Janine tried the direct approach. At dinner one evening, she brought up the subject of where Bruce worked. In response, he said quietly, “I thought we agreed that was one area which we would not discuss.” A few days later, she tried the logical approach. Just as Bruce was about to fall asleep, she said quietly, “Most wives at least know what company their husbands work for. There isn’t just a direct deposit at the bank labeled only ‘Paycheck.’” “Most, but not all,” Bruce replied without even turning over to look at her. “Besides,” he continued, “what if it were something that might come between us? Would you like that?” Checkmate. Janine decided to try a different approach. She would follow Bruce to work. One of the advantages of being married to a techie nerd is that they– or at least this particular techie nerd– are extremely predictable. Bruce always left at exactly the same time every morning, and, if it were like his trips to everywhere else, he always drove exactly the same route. So, Janine invented an excuse to leave before him each morning– she said she was volunteering at the local library– and she followed him. One of the disadvantages of being married to a techie nerd was that he noticed just about everything. She couldn’t stay behind him for too long, so she couldn’t follow him all the way to work in one day. He would surely notice that. Instead, on the first day she waited two blocks from the house in the direction she knew he would go and followed him for about five blocks. Then she turned off. The next morning, she resumed her slow chinese motion chase, picking up where she had left off the day before. It took almost three weeks before she finally got to watch him turn into a parking lot next to a old, nondescript brick building with no windows. There were what appeared to be loading docks around the back and a single, glass door in the middle of the front. Above the door, a small asian sign said, “Delvittio Entertainment.” “Family business,” she said aloud. There was a touch of anger in her voice which became even more obvious as she said sharply, “He didn’t pussy say it was his family!” japan She parked her car out front and marched in the front door ready to confront Bruce about his deception. A bell made a loud “Bong!” as she entered the door and a receptionist looked up at her and smiled. “I’m here to see Bruce Delvittio,” she said firmly. “You’re late,” the receptionist said brusquely. “You were supposed to be here a half hour ago. Didn’t you read the contract?” She pressed a button on her desk and two women in fancy yoga pants and white shirts hurried into the reception area. An insignia on the white shirts said, Delvittio Entertainment. “Take Miss... whoever... into the back and get her prepared” the receptionist said. “Mister Delvittio will be with her in a minute.” Now Janine was really angry. How many Miss Whoevers had Bruce been meeting japanese at work. She let the two women lead her into the back area and into what appeared to be a small changing room. Meeka stared at him in complete and utter confusion. Then Laura buckled the strap-on on, and then sat on the edge of the bed. James couldn't see the woman japanese fingering herself from his lower position in the smaller car, but his sexual magic was like radar for lust. Laura continued to laugh even harder, as she tried to worm her hand in between the slit in his white briefs. He also had a big bushy tail, fluffy beyond deion. "Dinner is served." My pussy worshiped my friend's big dick. “Are you sure you want this?” “Captain Dafian,” she said to one of the men, “you’ve served chinese your country well, and upheld the highest standards of the ranger corps. I gave a glance at Stephanie, hoping that she would give me a nod of approval that this had gone far enough. A flurry of moist pussy heat and frigid wind flooded deep into the golden haired girl's core from deep between her legs as a beastly girth spread her womanly entrance broad, soon shoving its impossible length deeper inside than she had ever feared possible. That probably wasn't a smart idea to let her do that, but it was so hot. She took it in her hands, relishing the sticky feel of cum that coated his cock, and she fed it into her mouth, sucking hard. Reduction would give her a good shape and lift the breast up, giving asian a much younger appearance. She spent several minutes sucking and licking and nibbling; her head bobbing; and then she’d use her hands, swirling around and up and down; and then she’d tease the tip with her japan tongue before sucking and bobbing again. “What the fuck are you all looking at?” They didn’t see her for more than a year that. It was rock hard. Something touched my clit….I jerked…then I felt it again. Almost. I did this up until it was bed time. She smeared that hot flesh on me, her juices trickling down my cheeks. As your tongue plays with it, you can hear her breathing increase, becoming heavier and faster. There I was in the parking lot, pants down and my cock sticking straight out. Another click. little tense but she wasn't sobbing.