Sure you did. It caused a circuit overload just like when the Irishman fucked you. So get off your high horse. You didn't like the loss of control, an... we understand that, but honey it's call acting. You need to learn how to play parts other than Maxine the super bitch.Well, I can see there is no sense arguing with you. I suddenly realized that they were allowing me to argue. They were also trying to justify their actions to me. I wondered what that was all about. Did they have total control. As we watched, the man, still holding a cigarette in one hand, grasped his cock in his other hand, putting the tips of his fingers against the shaft. My wife looked at me, looking a bit embarrassed, and then looked again at his dick.I reached over and pulled the shirt away from the other breast.The three men gazed at my wife's boobs, his nipples clearly visible in the theater light. And I noticed that the tips of my wife's nipples seemed to be hardening under their gaze."You're making me really. She was looking down at her feet and from the gentle rattle of the coffee cup on the tray I could tell she was clearly nervous. ‘Good morning Sir’, came out as just slightly more than a whisper. ‘Good morning Fernanda. Put the tray on the table and come stand here in front of me.’ A quick look at the tray as she put it down revealed the usual, some toast, scrambled eggs, sausage, tomato juice and a large pot of coffee. A quick look at Fernanda revealed a bit more. She was in a maid’s uniform. The extra day in London to visit Savile Row and Loni's bespoke tailor had already made the itinerary tight. If I took another day in New York, I'd have to reschedule my appointment at Al Badeia Stud in Cairo. I couldn't reschedule that appointment. I'd have to cancel the extra day in London, and I didn't want to disappoint Loni.I could wait until our return trip through New York, but I wanted to use the proceeds from the sale of the Long Island property to make the improvements to Respite..