She hesitated upon entering, seeing how seedy the place was and noticing the half a dozen rough men inside. “Can I help you, hon?” Jake, the barte...der asked. “I was just looking for some friends that were going to meet me” Debi replied. “Well, I’m sure they’re on their way” Jake said. Have a seat and let me get ya a drink! And don’t you worry none, one gets hurt in MY bar!” Debi was starting her second Bacardi and Coke when Bob his two friends. Bob whispered to his friends “Now, don’t’ tell. Wow, I thought, they are hypnotized! The crowd finally quieted down and the hypnotist, Angelo or something like that, started his little experiments, he asked them all to wake up and open their eyes, but the only thing they’d see or hear would be him. He told them that they'd just stepped outside into a raging blizzard. Every one of them immediately wrapped their arms around themselves trying to keep warm, started shivering and wiping the imaginary wind and blowing snow out of their faces. I. No, Stella wouldn't? Christ, we have been married nearly twenty-five bloody years. Stella loves me. And the children. She wouldn't, would she? But it would explain that bloody bottle of Asda tomato Ketchup. No, come on. This is bloody stupid. What the hell was making my mind even think it? But it did think it. The bloody thoughts wouldn't go away. Damn, I had to know but how was I going to find out?All afternoon it played on my mind. I got home from work and whilst Stella prepared our evening. He watched as she touched herself working her way to her clit. She pressed and rolled it in her fingers feeling it react and harden as his eyes were fixed on her motions. She could feel his stare and wanted him to see deeper. She played more, faster, dipping down to feel the wetness at her opening and bringing it up to tantalize her clit more. He played it off, but offered to help by spreading her outer lips wide. Exposing her to him. Her fingers dance across her clit touching the opening to.