“Call Kelly?” For a moment Nora seems shocked by the request.
And although you have no idea how to react to anything anymore, you’re filled with a bit of hope that the Nora you know and love is still in there somewhere.
“That’s not a good idea” She says in the video.
Suddenly you’re feeling even better. She’s not “under his spell” as Mr. Milton claims. She’s just acting out a little. A mid-life crisis perhaps.
But you don’t like what you see on the video next.
The guy grabs a handful of Nora’s short hair and pulls hard. She winces. “Listen you slut. You’re like 50 years old. You’re never going to be the main event anymore. But I know you have a hot little twat of a daughter. And if you’re half the slut you claim to be, you’re gonna call her” and with that a wad of spit hits your wife on the cheek.
You want to find this guy right now and beat the crap out of him. And you’re not a violent person. Then again, that’s what your brain wants to do. Your cock, oddly enough, is growing. It wants to watch.
In the video Nora calmly wiped the spit off her cheek with her finger and then slips it into her mouth. “Now you listen.” She says “If i call her she’ll know something weird is up. I should text her instead.”
Your heart sinks. Your cock grows. You hear the guys in the video laugh.
The video cuts out.
You turn to Mr. Milton with a million questions “Is that it?”
“That’s all you get to see.” He says. “Now, divorce papers.” He grabs them off his desk “corrupting your daughter should make this even more of an open and shut case.”
He hands over the papers. Your head spins. It was all just a joke, you think. Kelly isn’t really involved in this. And that couldn’t have been Nora. Not really. Maybe she’s literally under a spell.
You glare at Mr. Milton
“Then again we don’t have to bring your daughter into this legally. I imagine if anyone sees that video your wife might be doing some time.” He smirks. He knows he has you
Somehow your spinning head manages to eek out a thought.
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