"In some ways, they're somewhat frugal with their money in that they don't have Jaguars to drive and that sort of thing to flaunt their money, but, in...tead, they give a lot of it away."They helped rinse the dishes, put them in washers and finish the cleaning up process. As they left the kitchen, and Kathy, Jill and Eileen started for the basement stairs, "Frugal?" Eileen repeated, making it obvious that she was looking around at the building and rich furnishings. "You can spend your money on. “You’re sure about this?” I asked.“It’s the last thing in the book except for toys, which hold no attraction for me, and threesomes or orgies, which I don’t think you’re allowed and which I’m not sure I’d be willing to try.”“We’ll need some kind of lubricant,” I said.“The book says that. I brought a small jar of Vaseline.”“Tell me what you want,” I said.She smirked, “Making sure?”“Yes.”“I want you to fuck me in the ass! Is that clear enough?”“Crystal!” I chuckled.“Wait here. I have to change,”. Whatever he was saying to her, she liked it, which made me like it. I began to get hard and was happy to be seated at a table. The waitress walked by and the stranger signaled to her, he ordered some drinks for them and quickly returned his attention back to my wife and her nylon encased thighs. This time he put his hand much higher up her thigh. He was close enough to feel the heat I was sure was coming from between her thighs. I assumed I would be here for a while, stranded at this lonely. We heard footsteps coming towards us, but I kept my fingers, and tongue busy. I noticed feet right in front of the stall, and then the door swung open. We both noticed a pissed off woman standing there. "What the fuck?" the woman asked. Both of us looked towards her. "Close the fucking door, my girlfriend is fucking me right now!" Kirsten yelled. The woman slammed the door, and left, as Kirsten reached her breaking point. "Fuck yes!" she screamed. Cum splashed all over my face, and it was hell.