He looked and saw a small lap top computer. He pulled it down and recognized the tag on it immediately. It said Wilton INC.; it was his fathers ...work computer. Tom knew the rules, everyone in the house did. His father explicitly prohibited anyone from using it, the work files were very sensitive and his father could not risk losing them. He must have left it by accident before leaving for France. Tom put the lap top away, turned on his radio and crawled in to bed. 15 Minutes. Apparently the mechanic shop was stuffed with work and she could not offer even money for their trouble. - Can you at least sell me the part I need? - Rey mumbled. After some torturous seconds of total ignorance a worker decided to speak: - grrr...what do ya need. - the mechanic who fitted some tires finally asked. - Gearbox for a bike, medium size 5 gears. - I think we have it in the junk next door. - the. That long road in a nutshell began this way: hubby and I were both virgins when we married. I was the one who strayed and had an affair. To return to my marriage I promised to do anything if hubby would take me back. He groomed me into becoming the slut wife I am today. As for becoming a pornstar especially at such a young age. I would discourage you from that road in life. Don't let those nude or suggestive pictures out of your possession. Destroy they now before they destroy you. I actually. She gasped and panted noisily, sucking in great gulps of hot air."Let's come on her! Let's fucking come all over her!" someone suggested. "I wanna see her covered in cum!" Yeah! Fuck, yeah!" someone agreed. "Let's do it! Let's do it to the whore!"Vickie was laid on her back on the carpet, her huge tits wobbling about in the lewd bra. She gazed up at the men from under her heavily-painted, lust-clouded eyelids. She wondered if they were serious. She wondered if they really meant to come all over.