Someone had called in sick and they asked him if he could start that afternoon. His evening plans had consisted of playing video games and watching po...n, so he agreed to stay.The bookstore was rather busy for a weekday, but no one could really figure out why; school was still in session and people were supposed to be working. But the doors kept opening and people kept coming in and spending their money.When John got out to the floor he met with Kathy, his new supervisor. She was in her late. ’ He held up the button and the cable attached to it. ‘Don’t bother I unplugged it. Don’t want anyone disturbing our little chat do we.’‘Who are you? What do you want from me?’‘You mean you don’t recognise me, Bobby. I am disappointed.’‘No I don’t recognise you, and stop calling me Bobby only my parents ever called me that’‘Let’s just call me a dream. Not a nice dream but a dream nonetheless. You know I was surprised that you ended up in this state. I hadn’t expected you to launch yourself off. But my gaze quickly returned to my wife, the two of them were now dancing with relative familiarity, and I noticed that the wine glass was somehow no longer in her possession. I felt a strange stirring as this man's hands roamed my wife's body. He was unafraid as he grazed her breasts and ass, seemingly mashing his crotch powerfully into her rear. Perverse thoughts crept through my mind, mere thin layers of fabric separated the heat of their bodies. He was essentially rubbing his clothed. She lay on her back and I could see and counted nine dark hickies three big ones on her neck two on one side making it look like one and the other on the other side, one on her collar bone. Four s**ttered on her breasts and one on her inner thigh, just from being next to me she reeked of sex and sweat. Her legs were parted and there was a wet spot beneath her ass, her pussy was a deeper shade and quite puffy. I looked her over a good while and had begun stroking my cock, my wife was filthy and.