You have just this one occurrence, with very little evidence to go by. So far she hasn't done anything else.All her phone records are clean, and so wa...s her email. I doubt that she was doing her contacting while at her place of work. Most good cheaters try to keep their work place clean. Let's give her some time, by the time your next meeting in Detroit arrives, I bet she will had made contact with someone, if she is cheating. And if she plans on cheating we'll catch her then."I thanked Lance. Looking at him. Through him. The lighting was wrong. He was looking right into her eyes, but all she could see was glare. It felt like ice shooting through his veins and across his gut. Countered by a very warm and growing sensation right below his gut. She was holding up a lingerie top. It almost looked like a bustier. Dark blue or black with light blue trim. A pretty bow on the strap. Her hair was in a ponytail off of her shoulder. Her bangs falling down across her face. She turned and smiled. "Oooooh! Do you want to? I mean, you don't have to return the favor or anything. I love doing it." Yeah. So I noticed." Rachel smiled. "You had such a good time eating my pussy that it made me hungry." I know," said worldly Marylou. "That's the thing about cunt-sucking. When you're sucking a pussy, your own pussy gets hot, and when some other girl is lapping you, you get hungry." Is your pussy nice and hot now?" What do you fucking think?" Marylou said."I think I'm fucking starving for it!" Oh. Friday’s brows rose. “You power your rituals by denying yourself climax?”“Well, I can. Thankfully, I don’t often need to,” Bella explained.“That’s good. Not sure I would want to pay that price every time,” Friday chuckled.Bella laughed along with her. “Me either. I didn’t want to keep Jack waiting.”“Like hell,” Jack said, sounding strained.“I just gave up mine so you could have yours sooner,” Bella said, her voice teasing but firm. “Be nice.”“Bella, I really don’t know how long I can hold out.