I was to be honored this evening after a perfectly good business year by my company... my perfect wife Valerie sat at my side. Indeed she did look per...ect. Her black hair shone, her liquid brown eyes flashed; she wore a perfect dress, gathered at the neck, but sheer enough that a hint of her small, perfect breasts, sans bra, were almost visible. In anticipation of the first sip, the "bite," as the perfect gin stimulated my tongue, I raised the glass higher... "I'm going to sleep with Jerry,". I’m always surprised how naturally the movement of shagging a woman comes. I glance at the mirror. I see my bum rocking backwards and forwards and her big breasts wobbling with the rhythm of my thrusts. My mind fills with images of her in her bikini, in sexy underwear, in stockings, in nude poses, memories of the erotic things we’ve done together. I shift my position slightly to enjoy the pressure of her vagina stroking that so sensitive spot just under my penis head. Her vagina is warm, tight,. Each year we look for a newbie, a new employee, to join us for sex,” she grinned.“Oh my gosh! Ramesh and I don’t do that.”But that didn’t stop Rukmani from exposing her raw melons. She wasn’t even wearing a bra. She was just warming up when her husband came into the cabin and locked the room. “Ah, but you have no choice. My husband owns the company.”The husband was rather rude and dominant. She grabbed Velamma and placed her on the adjacent table even before she could react. The husband ordered. From the neck up.Why? Actually, he knew why. How? He remembered the empty cuffs in the upturned Suburban, and now things fell into place. Red took him. He hadn't seen another car up on the road though. But then again, he hadn't been aware of much of anything except Jonica lying in the snow at the end of his gun barrel."Hey ... you okay... ?" Keen startled him from his thoughts as she appeared from his bedroom door behind him."Hey ... yeah..." he replied, still looking at the contents of the.