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It was a Tuesday, just like any other. Dressed by 9:00. Out the door by 9:30. Suffer from 10 to 6. I arrived at work and hurried to my locker. Packed my things away. I turned to the door, ready to work the floor.
Or so I wondered. “Goddamn it!” I hear down the hall. “What was that?” said Paul. “The machines are down!” the foreman said. “Pack your shit and go home. You get the day off!” I raced to my car. Then, I raced home. I didn’t tell my wife—better a surprise.
I turned the lock with the tick of the clock. I snuck through the door; my toes they tipped. I rounded the corner and that’s when I heard it, “More! More!”
My fist turned tight; I was ready for a fight. Our door. My door. Left cracked, just open. The door swung and I flew in. The first thing I see? My whore on the floor. The second thing I see? My dog mounted on her back. His cock; in her crack.

NSFW: yes

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