Florence breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran to the bathroom. David was dejected.
“Why are you here?” he asked solemnly.
“Because of your wife!” she seethed. Her eyes fumed in anger.
“I get it! Don’t act smart with me,” he replied, gritting his teeth.
Florence didn’t want to create a bigger mess. She stopped paying attention to him.
Just in time, Emma’s voice echoed, “Flo, are you done yet?”
Alarmed, Florence answered, “No…”
David wolfishly grinned and half-heartedly said, “Don’t you think she’ll suspect if you don’t piss?”
Gritting her teeth, she pulled her panties off and sat on the toilet. Her face burned crimson. She wasn’t able to face David.
Trickle!
David couldn’t resist. He pulled out his phone and started recording her. She couldn’t stop him—she could only he
