I pace back and forth like a caged lion, feeling nauseous with the image of another man's p***s profaning her beautiful body.
I don't know what to do, and the only thing that occurs to me is to keep looking to see if I can find any evidence that there's someone else because, to be honest, after the warning I gave Marco, I don't think he would dare to take a step in that direction. He himself swore to me that he would never dare.
I search with trembling hands, hating myself for what I'm doing, for what I'm feeling. I open an unmarked package, and if the pink package with lingerie left me speechless, this one makes me fall to the ground.
What the hell is all this?
I check every product in the bag, from flavored lubricants to vibrating rings, c******l suction devices, and even anal anesth
