My examination was abruptly curtailed by a loudknock at the door."Just a minute," I said, quickly readjusting my clothes. "OK, youcan come in now."It ...was Hannah, and she was carrying clothing, a make-up kit, and apair of high heels."Who are those for?" I asked, already suspecting the answer."They're for you," she said, placing them on the bed. "Unfortunatelyyou don't have time to get used to your own transformation just yetbecause you need to be there to help others with theirs." And the. .. and knocked out a few teeth ... and broke his jaw ... and a few ribs ... then kicked him in the balls.It was about that time that the police arrived.They had a naked man in my front yard and a nearly naked woman standing on my porch.Yet they arrested me for some reason even though I explained that this was MY house, that was MY wife and the naked guy was the scum who was trying to check her tonsils with his dick.Damn cops.My attorney tried to explain it to me.“If you had just shot both of. The other positive was that I had at least learned a lesson-a lesson learned only after inflicting too much pain, on me (deserved) and on Maria (completely undeserved) but a lesson I would not forget. I would never cheat again. I would prove that 'once a cheater, always a cheater' was pure bullshit. The guilt I would nevertheless carry for a long time.I moved on with my life-focusing on school and work, but I wasn't ready to start dating again.Until I met Julie. I was 8 months post-breakup with. I called my old black lover Jerome and asked him to go with me at Jorge’s home…When we got there, Jorge was surprised to see me hand in hand with a huge black man; after a quick chat with him, I finally convinced my girlfriend’s husband to put on a pair of heels and to get fucked by a huge black dick while it was my turn to watch him being ravaged…Jorge had a little doubt, but finally accepted when he took a closer look at Jerome´s black cock. He went to his bedroom and said he would come back.