Chapter Eleven
“Here is your Mojito, ma’am,” Brian told the disdainful looking twenty-something as he set down her drink on the table she shared with Magenta Travis and his own wife, “I’m sorry it took so long.”
From her seat next to the woman, Elaine Fordham gave him an approving nod for his courtesy, even if it’s admittedly attractive recipient ignored him completely.
A recipient he knew to go by the name of Johanna Endecott, the young wife of Michael Endecott who was not a fellow ‘menial’ cuckold and let him know it at every available opportunity.
He was also the head of the Chambers employing his own wife.
A man whose c**k was now as familiar with Elaine’s p***y as Brian’s own tongue was familiar with that of the redheaded b***h regarding him so disdainfully over the rim of the Mo
