One day, about three months after she started the job, she asked me if it would be all right if she started stopping with her co-workers after work fo... a drink or two. I t seemed that every Wednesday they would stop at Bessie's, a local lounge, for a couple of hours and talk about stuff they didn't like to talk about at work. I didn't see any thing wrong with it (I had my one night out a week to go bowling) and I told her to go ahead and have a good time.A couple of months went by during which. But now she could only be grateful that he’d made it quick, not raping and torturing Angie as he was doing to her. He’d also told her how many days she had left to live, as if that mattered much to her now that Angie was gone. He’d just told her how many days she had left to deal with the torture and the pain before she could be gone from here, a blessing really. Because knowing was always so much better than not. Then he’d left her, after taking his blasted pictures, some with her legs splayed. I felt lips kiss my neck and then the person said, "This is going to be fun." I recognized the voice from the table; it was the man that wanted to clean me. I turned right there in the doorway, wrapped my arms around his neck, and I kissed him my hot "come fuck me" kiss.We broke our kiss and I said, "I really have to pee, wait right here." I patted the sink counter; I went into the stall and sat down to pee. As I sat there, I felt cum dropping out of me into the bowel. The tiny splashes as the. I went to the bar for a refill and on my return I saw Bob was closer still to my wife, his hand still on her thigh and her face even more flushed. As I sat again his hand slid under her skirt up towards her pussy, she wriggled as he fondled the top of her stockings. As I moved to protest Linda wriggled her skirt higher now her panties were exposed to him too, it was plain she wanted more now the drink had really done its work. “Oh my Linda that does look gorgeous, yes very sexy indeed, you will.