They showed me into a room with about two dozen chairs and a group of men standing near a table with several bottles — each in an ice bucket — and...an array of six or seven dozen glasses. As I came in, I noted one bloke spit into one of two hour-glass shaped metal spittoons that were near the ends of the table. "Our members always taste each other's wines before a meeting," my host murmured. "There are three whites today." I nodded. I was offered one.I took it, swirled, sniffed, sipped, and then. I could see that if I left the room and acted like I was too tired to stay awake, things might just progress towards turning fantasy into reality, so I told my wife I was going to bed because I'd had too much to drink. She said that was fine, she'd come to bed later. I went to bed and waited, and waited, thinking about what could be happening in the living room and getting very aroused! I figured, surely, that enough time had passed and went into the living room. My wife was sitting next to. "Well finally" she grinned at me, "I've been waiting ages for you twoteenagers to finish your kissing and cuddling - enjoy it? But by thelove struck look on your face, that is a silly question - Gin andTonic?" I nodded and asked "What the hell are you doing up this late Iwas just thinking about you", I asked.Looking over her shoulder as she poured the G & T she said "I'm lookingfor a bed for the night and thought of you" I must have looked puzzledbecause she continued "Keith has to be up at six. “Seven and a half,” Zara shot back.“Have a look at my pics Zara.”“Good looking man and smartly dressed,” she smiled politely at the first two pics. Then the third and fourth pics. “Wow, fuck are you kidding me, that is fucking awesome.” The third pic showed my man standing completely naked with his back to a wall mirror, hands on hips, proudly flaunting his thick, nine-erection.The fourth pic showed my man sideways to the mirror. A woman was kneeling in front of him with the tip of his erection.