yourfaceyourporn.mov My wife tells me she’s cheating on me about halfway through dinner. I work my way through the potatoes, the beans, and most of the meat before replying. β€œWho?” β€œThat doesn’t matter.” It very muchΒ does matter, I think. I imagine a 6’4, muscular, chiseled Greek God of a man...

I looked at the phone.Β  I waited for the text to come back.Β  It was maybe about ten, fifteen minutes. That hideous face popped up on the screen, with the reply. β€œYou didn't do the last task I asked of you.Β  Now, there will be consequences.” The last...

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