Homewrecking Confrontation at the Hotel Lobby
As I sit and chat with my girlfriends in the lobby of the Four Seasons, your credit card nuzzled safely in my Coach wallet, I hear a nagging, annoying, screeching voice from behind, I turn around to see none other than Robyn. I roll my eyes and tell my friends oh God it's HER again. Robyn is a sad, old hag. Her husband is completely and utterly infatuated with me, he is in love with me, he is obsessed with me. I laugh in her face making her look me up and down, from my cute outfit to design her bag and shoes all provided by her husband, my beautiful jewelry also her husband, even the drinks I'll be enjoying shortly, all paid for by HER husband. He'd much rather hump his hand and Edge for Goddess B morning, noon and night then touch any part of your old, wrinkled, body. He'd rather stay at his office then listen to your nagging, he'd rather be the outcast of the holidays, locked away behind the bathroom door or the spare bedroom, stroking his cock like a person who has no control of oneself or concern of who may see. You see Robyn, when goddess B is in charge he has no control, and you never will again....
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