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The second, male voice, was also familiar. Dalton! What the hell was that bastard doing here, Fetishpayperview thought? He and
Fetishpayperview
were laughing together as if they didn't have a care in the world. Fetishpayperview wanted to burst through the door and attack him there and then. Strangle him or stab him and leave him for dead as he had left me. But my body refused to co-operate; my legs remained fixed to the spot by some unseen force and all Fetishpayperview seemed able to do was to open the door just a crack and peer through. Not only were
Fetishpayperview
and
Fetishpayperview
laughing, but they were now engaged in a lustful embrace. My whole body seemed to shake with the injustice of it all. How could
Fetishpayperview
do this to me, Fetishpayperview silently asked? Fetishpayperview would have expected this behaviour of Dalton, but never of her. Fetishpayperview sank to my knees silently. Fetishpayperview wanted to turn away and throw up, but the unseen force kept my gaze from faltering.
Fetishpayperview
smiled as he used his finger to spread the liquid gunge over Wendy's unblemished cheeks. He pressed the digit alternatively into her ass and pussy grinning all the time as my wife's body shuddered into yet another orgasm. As the adulterous pair lay recovering on the thick pile carpet, Fetishpayperview suddenly felt my limbs come back to life. The blood seemed to surge through my veins and arteries as Fetishpayperview sensed the feeling return. Fetishpayperview was about to step into the room but was stopped dead in my tracks as
Fetishpayperview
looked up sniffing the air. "What's wrong, baby?"
Fetishpayperview
asked, his fingers idly toying with one of my wife's stiff, angry nipples.
Fetishpayperview
brushed his hand away.
Fetishpayperview
seemed irritated. All eyes turned to the near-toothless man in an armless chair at the end of the coffee table. He seemed to be in his mid-forties with stringy blond hair combed over a shiny bald spot crowning a pockmarked face of poorly-healed acne scars. He sat there, slack-jawed and starry-eyed, waiting for her, the dress shirt
Fetishpayperview
was sure he had worn to the rehearsal dinner unbuttoned to reveal an "I'm with stupid" T-shirt. In this crowd that shirt could have been any of them, but
Fetishpayperview
figured it was his little joke for his bride-to-be.
Fetishpayperview
tried not to shudder when
Fetishpayperview
thought about what the woman must look like to want to marry a guy like him.
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