She wasn’t wearing a bra, that was obvious and I wondered at her self-confidence. I’ve mentioned how long her nipples are and they were very, very...clearly defined. The dark blue waistcoat she wore partially covered them but only partially. Her hair was loose and shone wonderfully in the bar’s lights. ‘Let me get you a drink?’ She shook her head, ‘Stay where you are. I’ll get it.’ She dropped her coat over the back of the chair facing me and went to buy her wine. When she got back she sat facing. I took off my bra and let it fall to the floor. I stood up and started to undo my skirt but he stopped my hand. “No, I want you to keep that on, Krystenah.” I smiled at him. He stood up and stood behind me. He began kissing my neck and licking it, nipping it. I sighed at the sensations and my pussy began to flood as he placed his hands on either side of my hips and pulled me into his hips. He placed his hand on the back of my head and began lowering me to the table until my face and tits were. "But first you need to put these on," he concluded, beginning to push fatigues and boots through the leg port of the cell. "The pile on the left there is yours, Robertson," he said, pointing. "The other is yours, Morales." Portal?" Robertson asked with a frown, not bothering to pick up the clothes, but Morales was already changing."Get dressed," the armed trouper said. "Otherwise, we'll trank you and dress you ourselves, and I can guarantee you will wake up with some bruises if we have to do. Shelly was a sexy, intoxicating creature!I have some chores to finish," Scott said. He then walked away. A swell of relief swept over Madeline. Her husband had not succumbed to the wiley temptress! He was not an adulterer!The clip ended. The replay icon splashed over the top of it. Madeline found herself grinning like a schoolgirl. 'Thank God,' Madeline said, hitting the little phone icon next to Shelly's name. Now that Scott had shown his true colors - that he wasn't going to cheat on her no.