I know my face was blood red with embarrassment. The ladies started asking me questions about how long I had been a Cuckold to my wife. As I started ...nswering them I fely more relaxed . I looked to my wife and said Sweetheart I didn't know you had sex at the party. She said well I was waiting to tell you after our guest arived. She then backed up toward the arm of the couch and said OK here is what I promised you this afternoon. Then she sat on the arm and lifted her skirt. She spread her legs. The bitter iron taste of blood in her mouth almost made her gag.Rough hands hauled her up and shoved her back in the chair. Tears falling, she watched the big guy slowly stand. Now his eyes were beady, dead, and mean.“Where are the documents?” he demanded, sounding vicious.When he raised his hand, Callie shied away, her face still hurting. It was too much. She didn’t have the strength. Please don’t hate me, Hunter.“Lightfoot has it. It’s contained in a microdot.”The big, thick-necked guy. The solitude made me thoughtful, and I let my mind wander the landscape of my four lives - five if you count Carl twice. The trip made me realize how much I had given up and how many times I suffered losses.I was deep into my pity party when the phone rang. It was the President. "Yes, Mr. President," I said, respectfully."John, if you don't learn to use my Christian name, I swear, I'll send Casey to climb on your lap and bat your ears!" We both laughed."What can I do for you, Sir?" That got us. It was just safer this way.We left Montgolfier's office and stopped off to do the ID card stuff. After that, the ladies spent the rest of the day shopping, though most of it was window shopping. Chicago has some wonderful stores, and even I enjoyed seeing what was offered. We were back at 4:00 o'clock to pick up our ID cards, and I noticed that we all had a federal permit to carry a concealed weapon. I had forgotten to ask for that, so I was glad that it was automatically a part of the process..