Francis was amused by what she said.

"What a simple woman."

Mabel left Mary's house and dialed Martin's number. "It's settled. At least, until Angela gives birth, Mary will keep this secret."

Martin's tone was very happy. "There's a party tonight. There are a few famous managers. You can come and find me directly."

Mabel replied and hung up the phone, as if she had completely forgotten that she had just promised Mary not to see Martin again.

In fact, Mabel was really just fooling Mary.

Although she didn't like Martin very much, she needed him.

Martin's connections and resources in the entertainment industry could open up a wide path for her.

Mabel wanted to enter the fashion industry, like Olivia Palermo, hoping to establish her place among the upper class social circle through her beauty.

For this goal, Mabel had done her homework on possible pathways.

As it turned out, maintaining her relationship with Martin, utilizing his resources and connections, was the most feasible means for her.

In the afternoon, Mabel picked up Martin and they both went to the hotel.

When Martin got out of the car, he saw a bottle of red wine in Mabel's car. He thought it was the bottle he had given Mabel to appease Mary.

Martin was pleased to see that Mary had agreed to Mabel's request without accepting the wine.

In fact, he was entertaining a number of VIPs that night, and among the VIPs was a New York gold broker, Mr. Horatio Pat, who also happened to be a master wine connoisseur. Having this bottle of wine on hand would prove to be extremely useful for him.

Without asking Mabel, he carried the bag into the hotel.

Meanwhile, Mabel was on the phone and did not notice Martin's movements.

The call was from Mary, who wanted Mabel to make another trip to pick up the two bottles of expensive wine.

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That night, in the shower.

Mary was facing the sink mirror, resting her weight on the sink. She was too shy to look at her reflection in the mirror.

This was because, behind her was her husband Belland.

Belland was holding her legs with both hands and supporting her weight so that her legs were spread out, as he attacked her from behind.

Belland was not in a hurry to get inside her. Instead, he was rubbing his unusually large penis against Mary's genitals, sometimes gently, sometimes coarsely.

Under his teasing, Mary's face was red, and her whole body went soft and weak. She could only rely on Belland to hold her up.

Belland took the opportunity to bite her ear, lick it, and caress it gently. Together with the pleasure from the huge penis rubbing her from behind, Mary gradually succumbed to her lust, unable to extricate herself.

Feeling the overflowing love liquid under Mary's body, Belland could no longer restrain his already bulging penis. With a slow and controlled, but extremely powerful force he inserted his penis into Mary's body.

"Ohhh!" Mary narrowed her eyes. From this position, she could clearly see Belland's penis entering her body, which made her feel extremely excited and embarrassed.

Belland held her legs and began to move rhythmically. He stared at his wife's reflection in the mirror, the perfect image of lust, and his sexy lips moved close to her ear. "Mary, you're so beautiful..."

The magnetic voice entered her ears and made Mary tremble.

Belland's eyes darkened. As he increased the speed of his thrusting, this caused the reflection of Mary's huge breasts in the mirror to bounce along to his rhythm, arousing him even further.

Mary's soft body kept rising and falling as he moved. Her lower body was already experiencing intense simulation, and adding on to that, her loving husband's handsome face in the mirror made Mary feel faint with intoxication.

It was the combination of soul and flesh.

Mary could feel that her husband today was exceptionally excited, to the point that his penis was unbearably hard, like a hot iron bar churning her insides, as if yearning to pierce through her.

She did not know that the crazy passion from the previous night had resulted into a form of addiction for Belland.

Despite having been married for so long, Mary had only drank wine on their wedding night and Christmas the previous year. Still, each time, the intoxicated Mary never failed to thoroughly fascinate Belland.

Outside, a drunken Francis led a blonde through the door.

They kissed passionately and fell on the sofa in the living room.