.." Pico. Just call me Pico." You'll wait for me, Pico?" Certainly. And, Paula," he called, stopping her in the doorway. "Pack your things." All of th...m?"He nodded. "Everything. You won't be coming back to this motel." I'll hurry." Please do."Paula shut the door, not bothering to lock it now that she knew the men were there to help. She laid out the things she would wear, then got her suitcase and began packing.Jose stood beside the bed, neglecting his duties, staring after Paula.Pico noticed. Her smell was almost gone. I got the girl a glass of lemonade and myself a beer and then I called her mother at home. She answered on the first ring. I told her who I was and that I had been ordered to look for her daughter. "Is your husband home?" I asked.When she said no, I briefly wondered if the phone was tapped since she worked for the company, assumed the NSA but they were so slow it didn't matter, went on and told her that Gloria was with me and that we wanted to see her. She gave a. She said she had read my fetish sheet and told me that I could request her later during the orgy for an exclusive sodomy session. I was speechless. A knock came on the door before I could reply and the Butler and my wife were there to take me to the gentleman we met at the party. On the way there my wife told me she was undressed by a a man with a 12-inch erect cock. I described my little Oriental l****a to her and she said eventually we all would have a foursome. And eventually we did. We met. Here's why.Earlier this evening, around 7ish, I was feeling particularly bored, nothing on TV, and no plans to go out. I cracked open a cheeky bottle of Rose wine, and started to watch a few vids on the Hamster. This inevitably led to a stirring in my shorts, which of course was checked by my hand.I could have quite happily stroked away, but then wondered if Peter was in tonight. Perhaps he would like to do it for me? It has been a couple of months since I have seen him, but I thought I would.