the real ntr document, my boss and my wife.

If I sip my boss sitting next to me at a company drinking party and drink it, I might have been unconsciously nervous because I did something that I was not used to. My boss, who was worried about me being drunk even after the drinking party opened, gave me his shoulders and sent me home. I don't remember that... but the memories of my wife, Ferra Rhythm before she went to bed are fragmented. At the back of that memory, I feel like my wife's yelling and the sound of body and body colliding. i have a bad feeling, but that night... no way ... my wife and my boss? it's good to be conscious...