"Oh, I think he has his reasons for that," she said dismissively.I put the cooler I was carrying down and then opened it. I found a selection of fruit...juices floating in a sea of ice and water. One bottle of apple juice had floated to the top. I picked it up and moved to sit between Ashley and Miki.Ashley immediately put a couple of paper towels in front of me and filled them with a selection of fried chicken, fried shrimp, and tortilla chips. I looked over at her as she bit into an apple. Parker looked at Cindy and askedwhat he was supposed to do.Cindy answered that Parker was supposed to write a letter to the clientsummarizing Christie's meeting with the supplier. Parker nodded andbegan to write the letter. He was careful to write in succinct skeletalsentences, which came unnaturally to him.He paused only to answer the phone, but he found that it was takingmore time to write the letter than he thought it would. Parker realizedthat writing in shorter sentences took longer than. In this position his hands aggressively pummelling the neat arse cheeks of my wife, and offered the occasional smack which saw my wife’s whole body twitch but not stop the sucking of her new toy. Jason’s enthusiasm for my wife’s arse started to grow and he even pulled his cock from her mouth to her disappointment so that he could pull her arse cheeks apart and begin to, what looked like to me, tongue her anus. There was a surprised look at Tracey’s face but no protest and her hand grabbed what. As we sat next to each other on the leather sofa, I let my hand reach over to run up and down her thigh, loving the feel of her hold-up stocking as I moved nearer to her panties. It may not sound much, but it felt that I was starting to take a bit of control over what happened. And when my hand reached the gap between her stocking top and her panties, when I felt her soft white flesh beneath my fingers, I nearly jumped with the erotic charge surging through me.“Mmm, Alice,” she breathed, “You.