I waited in my usual place for Rob to leave the house and made my way once I knew he had left. Camille had left the door slightly opened for me to com... in. As soon as I entered Camille jumped into my arms and we started kissing and hugging. I held her up against the stair case while our tongues were deep in each others mouth. Oh how I missed her, I missed not being able to hold her, feel her, own her, use her, love her. Camille always told me that even though she was married to Rob, I was the. Like me, they must be members, and that makes this conversation much easier for me. My corset suddenly seems to feel a little tighter. It causes my breasts to heave over the tops a little more, making my face redden with warmth. My fingers grip my clutch, my whitening knuckles the only outward sign of my excitement. “Good evening. May I join you?” I ask, giving them both a closer once over, and confirming I’ve picked the right couple. Indeed, I have. “A drink, maybe… on me, of course." “Sure,. She pulled back momentarily and Jake worried that propriety had won out, but then she returned his kiss, her tongue invading his mouth, urgent and needy. Only then did Jake read her, looking for clues of how to make their encounter better. She wasn’t being driven by lust. She was getting excited, but she had been intimate with Boris the night before. She was not acting from pent up desires.Her kisses picked up intensity. Jake thought he saw the reason for her change of heart. She had always. "Hello Ms. Benoit. Nice to meet you."She escorted me back to her office. After we sat down she asked me if Iwas there for the dishwasher job. The whole conversation was veryhumiliating. I was very self-conscious as I wondered if she could smellmy wife's pussy juice. She asked me tell her why I wanted the job, andwhy she should hire me. I wasn't ready for any of this...but somehow Iconvinced her that I would be a great dishwasher, that I would workreally hard, and do everything I was told to.