I'm at work on a typical weekday afternoon. I try phoning my wife but there is
no answer at home or on her cell. Little did I know that she had done her hair
and make-up, put on a slutty dress and high heels and was in a sleazy downtown
hotel fucking a horse-hung, black stud.
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