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  • Sensitive files had been downloaded, my log in and password had been used. There was no proof I did it. I told them what happened at the party. After 30 days of sitting in a jail cell, I was released without having to post a bail. After the charges were dropped one of the FBI guys, that pitied me, gave me the event site's surveillance camera files. They recorded Colleen and Jeff Meyer going into the restroom while kissing and about 50 minutes later all three of us at the doorway. I was sure Meyer used my credentials to make it look like I did something with some files, probably to stop me from filing a complaint with HR and his wife finding out. This video gave reason and guaranteed great media coverage; sex, lies and a setup. I sued my old company. They offered a shockingly big settlement. I ended up with 1.5x the offer and signed a confidentiality gag order, tied to national security. Jail time if I spoke. Colleen, Sheila and Jeff Meyer set Indian me up. The betrayal, arrest and jail, ruined my chances of having a career and it made me want to ruin them. They all got to go on with their lives, having children, socializing, happy with achieving their goals. I was forcably retired against my wishes. I wanted to warn the world what lying, cheating assholes they webcams were. But I couldn't, I couldn't say one thing or I'd get arrested again and lose the money they gave me. With the settlement I bought my house and a new truck. I don't have to work any more. Now, ironically, I like only married women that are safe for me, being already taken. Our relationships are strictly being physical. I know it's very Nietzsche 'staring into the abyss' and becoming the monster you fought. I ackowledge I have serious trust issues and I can't really get serious with a woman. So I'm a little messed up. I'm not a perfect person but who is? Colleen Meyer walked into the coffee shop. hardcore She was looking awesome. Blonde hair up, makeup, silk dress, expensive heels, huge diamond wedding ring. Trim as ever and that ass looked great. I remember she hated doing anal. “Oh fuck!” I broke the kiss, gasping out my climatic feelings as hardcore my asshole writhed around his fingers. I could hardly blame someone webcams else for oversleeping. "I love you too sweetheart" was his reply. “Well, that sums up those two all right,” Megan chuckled. “Oh my God.” I walked to her, and climbed up on the bed with her. “And I enjoyed watching him, especially when he was in your ass. He clapped my shoulder, “We need to get together to talk about my department budget.” To be taken hold of, to be used and treated as a play-thing? "Then what are we doing?" asked Laura. Triggered by smell, sound, or something, they pop into thoughts uninvited. Needless to say, I had a boner the entire time. “You’ll what?” I asked him, coming to Indian my feet.