I understood she had to make nice with the big wigs, but that was no excuse to leave me alone for almost an hour. I found Sam outside on the patio wi...h her boss and some other man. I walked up behind the group. Apparently she was being introduced to him. I think his name was Bishop. He took her hand and pulled her close to him, kissed her on the cheek and ran his hand down and fondled her rear. She pulled away from him, smiled at him, lightly slapped his hand and told him to behave. In my mind. The man leaned closer to her as his hand neared her face and poked the tip of her nose. "Boop! There you go! You have your nose again." The small girl bursted with giggles as she touched her face. Suddenly a child called out the girls name. Sophie looked at the child and quickly stood up to run to him. Before going, she turned to the mysterious man and waved. "My name is Sophie, thank you mister!" she dashed off with a giggle back to the group of children. As she played, Sophie. I was tired and it was early in the morning; I really felt like I had JUST gone to sleep when the alarm went off to go to the airport.I threw on a long t-shirt, black panties and leggings, my boots, and a red pull over, since it was cold. I hadn't brought much with me so I would not have to check a bag. The cab took 25 minutes to get there, and I was standing at the gate charging my phone for nearly an hour. My mind kept wandering back to some of the shenanigans from the night before. The. “Sir, I’m so sorry to interrupt, but you have visitors.”“Alright Tom, show them out here,” Charles instructed.There were four guys, and a woman in a business suit. We weren’t introduced. A year ago I hadn’t even sunbathed topless, let alone nude. Now I was happy to be naked, to being seen naked. A year ago I hadn’t seen my school girl daughter naked since she was ten or eleven, now I saw her naked every day. A year ago I had only ever been fucked by one man. My husband. Bastard. Now I could no.