My ego was in no need of stroking. A petite minx, I had a wild mane of wavy chestnut hair that framed my delicateface. I loved my hair this way; it wa...s a symbol of my spirit and my crowningglory. Flashing green eyes belied the intelligence behind them. My boyfriendsalways said that my pouty, bow-shaped lips were made for cock sucking. I hada healthy looking body from years of tennis, racquetball, and running. My breastswere not spectacular, but more than a mouthful is a waste. The first month. This man said, "Please sit down, ... Mrs Jameson ... while we establish your connection with this accident."She sat there, shattered with terror at what might have happened."Your husband is Herbert Jameson? Mrs Jameson?" Oh, yes, Herbert is my husband. We are not long married." Right. Let me see." He scrolled though some data on his phone. "Hmmm. I think I need my assistant. Excuse me."He got up, went to the door and called, "Evelyn! Need you here."He returned and sat down. Looking at Sylvia,. She is currently on her back, legs wide open with a tongue licking her clit, her head is rolling and her hips arching, I think she may well be about to come very soon, if she does I will put the phone closer to her so you can hear. Another gentleman is straddling her face, pushing himself into her mouth. He is leaning forward squeezing her lovely breasts. Your wife has incredibly pretty breasts you know; her nipples are so hard at the moment. I just finished sucking them myself. Yes her breasts. Frank was smart enough to be more careful than that. It was a set up and I'd been too stupid to realize it and what did that say about me? Maybe I didn't want to believe it so that I'd have an excuse to play? God knows that I didn't waste anytime in giving it up to Chad and the rest of them. No, it couldn't have been that. I wasn't that way or at least I didn't think of myself that way. I did know that I was the type to get even. I thought that I needed to and it seems I was willing to do it.