Dave just took my wifes right hand and moved it to her sticky pussy. She looked at him…Go ahead he said. …..and right there before my eyes my wif... began to masturbate…in a movie theater….. for a man who only 2 hours before she had only met one or twice. She rolled her labia back and forth, her middle finger found her clit and stroked it up and down. I could see her chest heaving as she turned herself on by her own hand. She slowed for a moment and after some prodding by Dave she sunk her. I had some high red boots already and managed to make the rest from some of my gym clothes, I never use them now, they where a little tight especially the shorts, but I tippexed some stars on them and they looked pretty good, I trimmed the sleeves of a red top and used a little but of yellow paint t paint on an eagle. I had a loop of yellow clothes line for my lasso and a wide gold belt. Because of how tight the shorts where. I didn't wear any knickers as they would have shown through and in. I KNOW it. I SAW it. Seriously? She CHEATED on you? No way!" Shaking her head, Sasha suddenly stood up and paced away.I just took a deep breath and continued trying to calm myself. Maybe Krav Maga wasn't the right discipline for me. Maybe I should be learning Yoga."I asked Bert and Kim both about this already. Kim, of course, wouldn't give me the time of day on the subject. Bert didn't know, but when we raised the idea, just shooting in the dark, really, we both agreed that it just wasn't. The three of us went into the conference room and sat down. Jeri looked nervous, scared even, and I knew that was totally my fault. It had started as a simple disagreement over how to complete a task and I’d blown it completely out of proportion, eventually yelling at Jeri and asking her if she was stupid. It hadn’t been one of my finer moments.“Jeri, I’m sorry. I had no business yelling at you, or anyone for that matter. It was unprofessional. I hope you’ll accept my apology and we can.