He was glad to be away from all the confusion and on his way to peace and quiet.The women were still upset but he hoped they would calm down after the... were under way... The bar was stocked and Greg made drinks for them all. They calmed down by degrees and were able to discuss the incident without tears by the time they made it to Rome.The taxi was waiting for them on the private tarmac so they avoided the crowds that might have recognized him. The way the reporters had mobbed them in Paris, it. During the conversation all of them were ogling at my wife. At first Reema was feeling very shy but after some time she became comfortable and started talking with them.When Reema became some frank, those men completely ignored me and only talked with my wife. Then they started praising every part of my wife’s body and my wife was constantly smiling at them. At times, she would look at me and would lower her eyes but she was not able to stop talking with them. Then Raghu invited my wife to come. I touched her pussy over her track. I slowly rubbed it and kept on pressing and pinching her nipples. Yashahvi moved her fingers in my hair and gave slight moans. I slid my finger in her night track now. She wore a panty but it was wet. She had dropped precum on it. I touched it and made her lick my wet finger. She licked it like a lollipop. I again roll my hand down in her night track. This time I slid my fingers inside her panty and felt her wet pussy for the first time. It was clean shaved. " He booms this, sitting on one of thecranes, looking down on me. I can see this only barely, for the lightsare high beam.I turn to run, but the door behind me has closed. My eyes search, butthere is nowhere to go. Technicials, in jeans and leather, man thelights, the stage, the walls and doors and sound system. In waves, itrolls over me and with each wash, settles into my reality, numbed as itis. There are a lot of people here!. This is production. A production!"Nurse B, dress the slut."My.