On pressing her clothing down, she turned and looked at me. I took her into my arms and kissed her with as much love and passion that I could muster. ... escorted Sam to the door, and opened it. I step out into the hallway an on seeing it clear, I gestured Sam to follow. We reached elevators, and I pressed the down button. It felt weird, as if I was hiding a mistress or something. Anyway, I was taking no chances. So, I escorted Sam into the stairwell, holding her there, while we waited for the. " Even now my wife was flushed, but I thought his attempt on her was over.I was wrong! Greg pulled her into his arms, kissing her again, holding her longer, and now he unbuttoned her skirt and pulled the zipper down, pushing on her skirt until it fell to her ankles. She protested again, but her protests fell on deaf ears as he now undid her blouse and pulled it free. She said, "Please Greg, don't do any more; I can't give myself to you." She was standing in her peach colored bra, and matching. She was a petite woman with a small doll-like face and big slate blue eyes. Her tiny waist seemed impossible in the hunter green dress she wore, made even more tiny by the silver concho belt that cinched her middle. It was a long dress with a tight bodice that showed off her pert, small breasts and a flowing skirt that reached her mid calf. Her little, round butt was slightly pushed up and out by the heeled boots she had on. She wore a turquoise choker around her small neck and shiny silver. We smiled at each other, my smile more for the ridiculous situation he was caught up in, but then to my surprise, he started to masturbate again, this time she and I stared back at him.She looked at me and I acting embarrassed looked away and back out at the rolling countryside flying past, as we sped up.I was about to say something to her to give him a chance to tuck himself away, when she got up, opened the door, and pushed out alongside him.I feared the worst, especially exposure, and being.