He figured if it was some kind of prank, Kyle probably wouldn't have been able to get her onboard with it. He gave Chelsea a poke in the shoulder. No ...reaction from her either. "Seriously!?" He asked in a harsh whisper to no one in particular. He was getting tired of this joke, after already being on a short fuse from seeing Sasha and that guy this morning. Face turning red in anger, he stood up and said in a voice just under a shout, "Okay, I get it, very funny!" "Alright everybody, today we're. From tomorrow sunrise I have to suspect my wife’s activity without her knowledge. I have many affairs before my marriage, so whatever result came, I won’t get destroyed, and I am ready to face everything. I kissed her and slept.I woke up early morning before her, in my sleep too I think about what to do to this issue. First thing I took her mobile and install various applications which are sent a copy of messages to me, and I can get a call list from her. Main one is GPS tracker. We can fix. Pleasedwith my success, I began taking taxi-cab tours of Twelfth Street until Ifound the brothel that housed my former masters. It was not hard to find -how many such places exist that have twin redheads as their starattractions?It was also not difficult to get close to them. After all, I looked exactlylike them. I sashayed into the place just before noon one day as though Iowned it. A voluptuous black girl assumed I was one of the twins and didnot look surprised when I could not seem to. It was huge. It was hairless, obviously waxed regularly. It was very hard. And it would be thrusting its way inside her within seconds. She uttered an anticipatory moan. Fyodor moved them inside and let the door close itself. He fully opened his trousers and let them fall as he stood. His boxer shorts followed. Em had ripped off his tie and opened his shirt by this time. She kissed his hairy chest and bit his nipples. He lifted her feet from the floor and she clamped her stocking clad legs.