Three weeks later we were at the studio, we were his last clients of the day the makeup artist did Anne's make up before leaving. The doors were locke... and we went into the studio our first photos were the normal ones were we dressed in our good clothes Anne wearing one she had recently worn at the Grand Prix Ball one that showed off her cleavage to perfection I had one taken in my Dinner Suit after single photos we did one as a couple, I say one but Danny took about twenty of each all in. Pleasure crashed inside of me. Great, wonderful waves surged through my body. The black-tinted window fogged before me as I moaned out my bliss. I humped back into her, my pussy and asshole greedy, drinking in all her sensations.“You’re just wonderful. Oh, yes, Natasha, you’re making me cum! I love it! I love you!”“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, frigging me. “Oh, I’m so happy. Isn’t cumming the best? All gooey and warm and yummy!”“Buttermilk biscuits,” I moaned.“Yes!” she moaned. “I need to cum,. "An' she likes to, well, suck a little dick while the boss does her..." He held up a finger to forestall an outburst from the thunderclouds gathering over Nora. "She didn't get mine..." This backed things down quite a bit. "I never touched her, but..." Nora was waiting him out, but her expression was skeptical. "Okay, she likes to be watched, an' she likes to be told how skanky she is. I was there, and she asked me to, so I turned on my rap an' let her have it, 'bout as nasty as I could think. Doing it, freeing them from their dearth of loving at the most wonderful of places, The Storm, would be outrageous. And it would give our old friend an awful lot of eye candy to enjoy.The wives wouldn’t recognize the linemen in that wild experience but later McGuire or Caldwell, the ring leaders, could call them out on it, if desired, for let’s say some considerations and/or gifts. For draftees Army duty didn’t have to preclude politics. Plus if they did a really good job of fucking the wives.