The black guy moved immediately to my wife’s full breasts and started massaging them and rubbing her nipples, Gale was getting more and more aroused...and we could hear her starting to make little moans as he continued to massage her (there was a microphone in the room so we could hear what was going on).He took one of Gale’s hands and placed it on her tit and started squeezing her hand so that she was actually playing with herself and once she was doing this on her own he moved his hand down to. We spent a couple hours in the office going over Black and Bear’s Middle East trip. They had three possible locations for bases for the fast boats. Two of them had small dry docks and fueling equipment. The other one would need work - nothing new for anything we did anymore, it seemed.In the end it would still take another port. Three would make too much distance to travel in an emergency in the shipping lane. They went back to the Middle East to secure the fourth base.We decided on the Seafood. His latest acquisition was, frankly, a pain in the arse. The withdrawal symptoms made her completely uncomunicative and he hadn’t even worked out her name yet, so he simply referred to her as ‘whore’. She did, however, have a period after about a week and after a further ten days or so Jack hauled her out of her misery and stuck her in the shower. After dowsing with freezing water she decided that some sort of cooperation would be better and she looked at least ... clean afterwards, so Jack set. We drank remarkably little. Had a nice buffet and finished off with the reunion cake.The banquet hall staff was clearing tables and many of the other attendees had already left.Addressing tom and me, Joan asked “Ken and I are staying at Hank’s house while we are in town. Hank is spending the weekend at the shore. Do you want to come over for some coffee? I hate for this wonderful conversation to end just yet.”Both tom and I agreed to come…but neither of us could stay long: my wife was.