"Yes," Cynthia said, leafing through a magazine, not looking up at her husband. Then she added: "So, before I go, I will take care of you as usual."Th...at was code."What's it been since you were locked up? A week?" She glanced up from her magazine, and tilted her head to one side, waiting for his reply."It's been 14 days," Roger replied."Really?" Cynthia said, slightly frowning."Yes," her husband replied."Hmmm," Cynthia said, putting her magazine down on the coffee table in front of her. "Well. One thing I hadn’t expected, but I should have, was that I began getting calls from the media. Before, as a police officer, I could simply say that department policy prohibited me from speaking. Aside from back when I got the Medal, and last fall when Jack got me involved in the football kneeling mess, I avoided the press. Now I had nobody to run interference for me. Most of the press interest had died off before I officially retired, but I did return a call from Scott Pelley of CBS News. He. She bent over it, he nipples slightly brushing against the wood, she let out a tiny gasp at the contact and bit her full luscious lip. Travis felt his hard on tighten considerably at the sound. "Travis get up and and take a look at this finer ass. Spread your legs bitch!" Andy demanded. Veronica immediatly split her legs, her pussy stuck out and soaking, it dripped slowly down her thighs as she spread her legs. Andy walked up behind her, and slide one finger into her pussy, he reached around. . and are those panty lines I see under your tight pants?' Ialso kept imagining someone would use my other name, Cherry. At the sametime, my wife and her boyfriend loved to remind me that I was beingcuckolded. They would make jokes, send me text messages on my phone ande-mails to my work address, even mail me items like a lace hanky, with anote that I was to stuff it down into the breast pocket of my shirt, butnot too far. To them it was a game but all I could think about was theever.