She touched my stomach and I sucked in my breath. She inched her fingers up toward my breast, stopping just before making contact. ‘Do you want to s...op?’ she asked again. I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but next thing I knew, we were all over each other. She threw back the sheet, exposing her exquisite, soft body, and I tore off my shirt. She buried her face in my chest, licking up and down my nipples, suckling them with just the right amount of pressure. I had my hands buried in her. Her life would revert to being a boring housewife, unable to satisfy her craving for humiliation.With those depressing thoughts swirling round her mind, Marie once again took a jeepney to the industrial area and knocked at the door as before. This time, she did not feel so anxious about what might happen, and what role she would be asked to play in the video.The same man opened the door and nodded to the partitioned area as Marie entered the warehouse. Without hesitation, but with rising. My wife sat down and we shut the doors. To my surprise she immediately hiked her dress of and removed her panties. She then said, “I told you I would remove them later.” I rubbed her pussy for a few minutes and then she said, “let’s get home. “ Home was about 30 minutes away. I then pulled the car out while saying to her that she still had undergarments on. We went up the street and she pulled the dress off her shoulders and removed her bra. It came off just as we reached the corner. “You know, I can’t remember. I don’t even know how Max would react to me singing, so it must have been before he moved in. Mel’s taking me to see ‘Fort Apache’ on the big screen tomorrow night, does that count as whacky?”Helga chuckled, “It’s way out of character for you, so yes, I approve. Just remember, boss, it’s your turn to suggest the next date. Go and have a day on the beach. Dress down. Eat junk food. Spill ketchup down your shirt. Drink beer at lunchtime. Have some fun.”That was a.