Chapter 1211 When Do We Get To Fuck You?:>Ep7

• "Hi," was the hesitant reply. "Uh...Lizbeth; this is Tom Preston. We...uh...haven't met, but you sent me some photos. I was wondering if I could talk to you face-to-face for a little while?"
• "Sure, Tom," I enthusiastically replied. I was anxious to see what he looked like and what he wanted. I gave him my address and he said that he'd be over in thirty minutes.
• When Tom arrived I was impressed by his looks. He was even more handsome than Jack or Cam, although not nearly as big or muscular. He was 33 years old. His first comment, as we shook hands, endeared him to me. "Why and the hell would your husband cheat on someone who looks like Elizabeth Hurley?" he blurted out, and then turned red and said "Sorry."