I hardly looked up, so it was her voice that stopped me. I turned my head. She was running to me, her heels skating over the slick marble. Part of me ...anted to run off — it must have been my childish part. The rest just succumbed to inertia.She closed in. Silly details seemed more prominent than the whole picture — the hem of her skirt dragged at her busy legs, a floating strand of hair escaping the prison of her businesslike bun.When she reached me, she panted. Her flushed face made me want to. I learned my lesson and quickly followed her lead. This time my ass quickly swallowed my boy toys cock and I begun to ride him fast almost instantly. My wife leaned back on her boy and begun to ride him. His hands went up to grab my wife's huge tits. He was playing with her nipples and begun to massage her breast as she rode him hard. My boy started giving me a reach around and I almost lost it. My body was not one fluent motion now but a shiver moving up and down. My wife saw this and. In the morning she still wasn't talking to me.In office I saw Pawan so I worked over toward him. "Sarla tells me I owe you an apology. I did most foolish thing of my life." He laughed. "I thought you'd come up with a great idea and I was about to grab Sarla. I was as surprised as you were at her reaction." He surprised me more than any thing because I still considered him living in uncertainties. "Well, I'm relieved that you're not mad at me. I hope Rekha wasn't upset by my bad behavior.". Fritz had the three chefs in the 7 cafeteria. They were waiting for me. What did my wife call me? Fearless Leader!Fritz introduced me to the head chef. He was named Joseph Winston.Joseph looked at me. "What do you feel is needed to improve the meals in Yuri Gagarin City?"I was on the spot big time. Their food was cold when it should be hot and warm when it should be cold and everything had one taste. It tasted like cardboard. The coffee was weaker than tea and still tasted like cardboard. All.