I texted and asked if she wanted to see what she had done to me. Yes was the response so I took a shot of my hard cock and sent it. She texted back ...hat she would like to ride that cock. I was about to cum from this. I knew I wasn't her target but shit who was. She texted she better go take her frustrations out in bed and said she would text me later. That night my wife found my cock in her pussy alsmost before she got in bed. After I came I wondered about the texts and who she was. Beth shrugged. "I don't know, Jack. Daddy might need to talk to you..."Jack nodded and announced that we would all collect cars and head over to Beth's -- but we might end up sleeping at his place. That worked for me ... He and Beth were playing touchie-feelie games in the front seat, so I sat up and reached over the seat to rub his chest -- but Jack ordered me to put on a seat belt; something about not wanting me to go flying through the windshield if he forgot to pay attention to his. "Several of the men went into the Bureau for coffee and to visit. Conish was prepared with a couple of magazines and a bottle of water. It took over an hour for the last of them to clear out and for us to check and recheck the hallways for stragglers. I sent Conish up the stairs to the fourth floor to take the elevator up to our floor. Wanda had gone with her to make sure areas were clear before they entered.Upstairs, I congratulated Conish on an excellent performance. I told her how proud I. I would love to suck you twice in a row. I know you can do it.”I could hear him masturbating. A rustle and slight moan, a breathy lust as I began to talk dirty to him. I told him how I would throat him and suck his tight little ballsack. I pushed him a little telling him how I could pleasure his anus as I sucked and caressed his sweet buttocks. My filthy mind soon had him wetting his sheets and we both drifted off to sleep.Next day he messaged me early. He had told his family he was going to.