I stepped out of my panties and tossed them to the hamper. It seemed there was no pattern for handing out the keys. Women handed them to both men and ...omen and so did men. Yet it wasn't just a matter of introductions, or I'd have one from Erica and Belinda and countless others.I pulled off my bra and headed to the showers, still pondering the mystery. The only pattern I could detect was it did seem to be given out by those people who engaged in sex more freely. I shook my head and stepped under. ‘So why aren’t you working on this fine Monday?’ ‘Had to take a personal day,’ he winks. ‘I had no say in the matter.’ ‘Why’s that?’ ‘Because,’ he lifts his glass, ‘my malbec is ready, and wine is an impatient lover.’ ‘Never heard of a malbec. Is that a grape, or a place?’ ‘A grape. Very dark. Pretty tough tannins. Some places in the world make it softer, a little more fruity, but I like my malbec dry.’ ‘It has alcohol in it, right?’ ‘So I hear.’ ‘Well shit,’ I grin. ‘I don’t suppose you have. I hugged him and he kissed me. He cupped one of my breasts in his hands and looked around the living room."Oh God Ricardo, that feels so good."Ricardo smiled, and gave my breast a good squeeze. "Where's your husband?"I could lie, and tell Ricardo he wasn't here. That would be the easy thing to do. That would be the safe thing to do. But I had to know how he would react to the truth."He's in the bedroom closet. Gagged and locked in chains. He'll hear everything we do in the bedroom, but he won't. I waited, and if she saw me would say I was passing and stopped for a break. When she returned, she seemed to linger while watching the Mens room. Finally she edged closer, pretending to stretch, until she was at the door, then slipped inside. In surprise I quickly went to the doorway, listened but heard nothing. Two other guys were heading toward the washroom too so I entered. Two of the 3 stall doors were shut. I took the 3rd stall and quickly stuffed toilet paper into the hole again as if I.