Worse...

Ringing the doorbell, I wait for the lovely Ms. Fuller to answer the door. The door swings open wildly. "What!" she yells as soon as her face comes into view. I take a step back suddenly, almost falling off the top step. I see Ms. Fuller standing there, anger in her eyes, wearing her sports bra and yoga pants once again. She sees me and calms down slightly. "Hello Jamie, Sorry for yelling."

"ummm... everything ok Ms. Fuller?" I ask a bit timidly, not wanting to make her anymore mad.

She looks at me then moves from the door and heads to the couch in her living room. I follow after her, closing the door behind me. I find her sitting on the couch, looking up at me as I sit in a chair across from her.

"He is cheating on me." she blurted out suddenly. I must have confusing look on my face. "I was sent a video in my email, when I opened it, it was of a penis. With someone talking and telling me what to wear. He obviously sent it to me by accident."

I start to worry, obviously the video did not work and instead is going to break up a marriage. I came up with the only thing I could think of to fix the issue. I stood up and pulled out my cock. Ms. Fullers eyes went wide, then she froze. Pulling my pants back up, I sat back down.