I told him we're married, but he keeps saying it's just sex". She stared back at me, then at Iain a few meters behind her before adding "..and I think...I'd really like to well". This took me aback as my fuzzy mind strained to make sense of what I was just told."Would it be ok?" she asked while holding my hands, "He doesn't mind if you come as well, just sex, you can watch", almost with a sense of pleading in her eyes. Again my mind scrambled for an answer and it felt like she really wanted to do. " I lied. I heard him chuckle. "Yeah. But I was wondering if you wanted to meet somewhere for dinner?" I could hear the hope in is voice. A sudden tug at my heart let butterflies free in my tummy. "Um, sure. I think I'm free tonight. Sounds good." "Okay, meet me back at the hotel in ten minutes. Dress decent." We hung up and I sped down to room, wondering what "decent" was. I finally settled on a nice white blouse, a black skirt and five-inch, closed-toe stilettos. I pulled my hair up, leaving. It was about an hour before lunch when I broke the chair, so I got the keys from the filing cabinet to see what extra ones were available as well as some supplies I thought of. As I entered I saw several new chairs and many boxes stacked up high, along with tables turned upside down top of other ones almost creating something of a maze in this storage room. walking around this maze where I discovered a large old wooden desk hidden from view. Then I remembered some more paper, so I unlocked the. The panties were filling with cum. And now he wasstuck wearing them, his deflating penis suprisingly comfortable in thewarm, wet fluid."Wait," she said, and returned moments later. "If you can't controlyourself, you'll need this."She handed him a panty-liner."I will not wear that."She gestured to his panties. "Once your trousers are on, that's going tosoak right through for all to see, unless you contain it."He put the liner inside the panties as best he could and tucked his penisonto it."I'll.