I assumeyou're standing up in order to crawl under the table as I'vesuggested." "Notice how this little test respects your natural modesty,thoug... you'll lose it before long if you continue with me. Fornow, no one will see what you're doing under the table, not evenRay. I'll know because I'll know you wish to obey me withoutquestion, and I'll know whether you're doing it well by watchingRay's face. Your private feelings will remain your own, whateverthey may be. Until you come to feel. He was game. His idea was to close up on the early side one weeknight and invite a few select people along to watch.The husband knew we were gonna fuck that night, but he had no idea what was really in store for him. We met at the bar for drinks, and he and the wife got pretty hammered. I had a couple of drinks and went out to smoke some weed.I had already arranged most of what happened afterward with the wife. When I came back in, the bar was closed, and the husband was handcuffed to his. I sat on the sofa and the Bengali girl went to the fridge and came back with a glass of water. As I was drinking water, I was thinking how soft she was, and how sweet she was. I really wanted to feel her. She was also into me, so don’t overthink, just do it.As I was thinking this, the moment I put my glass on the table, my sexy Bengali co-worker hugged me and started kissing my lips. Oh god! I started responding. I pulled her up in my lap and started smooching. We both were playing with our. Still were; tonight was proof.“I’m flattered that you’d invite me,” Nicky said. “I really do wonder why, though.”“You ask too many questions,” Stacy said, smiling behind her glass of water.“That’s no fair,” I said. “I have questions, too.”“Really? About me?” she said, genuinely surprised. “I don’t have any secrets – I don’t think.”“Okay, for starters, what is Nicky short for?” I began.“Oh, no. My darkest secret right off the bat,” she said dramatically.“You’re so full of shit,” Stacy.