He got back into the car & we drove back to the Maldron. We went into the bar for a drink but I do think my wife was a little uneasy as she had to kee... her coat pulled over her tits. We decided to visit our room for the fun & games session. Once in the room my wife went to the bathroom where she put some lingerie on & returned to the room with that tiniest black thong & her black fishnet stockings & black high heels, nothing else. We had opened the mini bar & were having a drink. She climbed up. I loathed him and his smug cocky expression at first sight. He was seventeen years-old and a recent high school graduate, hell I could be his mother with our age difference. It was rumored that he took all the of “New Misogyny Study” classes as a senior in high school in order to rise quickly through the company.As head female office manager he had me stand in front of him with my skirt raised for a panty check, threatening to spank me if they were damp. I promised him they were not, but he was. They often had to translate for Stephanie’s fiancé since he didn’t spend nearly as much time with her as they did.“Are you nervous?”Before Stephanie had a chance to gag a response, the opening notes of Here Comes The Bride told the human pig-roast that it was time to shuffle awkwardly down the aisle. The two pantsless men made their way to the altar, Stephanie’s dangling limbs between them, under the accusatory glares of both the bride and groom’s families. Stephanie’s parents, who had already. I sat in the couch waiting for my cock to go back down, reminiscing about the amazing half hour that just happened, after about another 15 minutes my mom and veronica came back from the kitchen and sat next to me laughing and chatting like all women do. For one reason or another veronica seemed to had taken a liking to me rubbing me leg and stroking my hair as my mom told her all she could about me till eventually they brought up those kinky moments my mom was talking about earlier. I was less.