I asked her can I be close to her. She said how, I have explained her about the sexchats and everything she also likes that.Then with in a day we came...close to each other’s and the next day I asked her for the nude pictures of her. She immediately said ok but on one condition that I should delete the picture immediately after seeing that and she in return wants my sick. I immediately said yes and sent her my dick. She called me and she is very horny she fingers her pussy while our conservation. A second later the nine of us left from the party, plus two FBI agents, watched a stiff, ugly dick pummeling my wife's abused snatch. Nixon's hairy leg and scarred scrotum came into view. The camera left the joining of their thighs and moved up her soft abs until it zoomed back enough to show us the rest of the scene. JFK was fucking her mouth roughly and obviously sliding his long cock down her throat. She helped guide it and seemed to be enjoying the strange dick. FDR was grunting as she. With one exception, they were exactly the same! The difference was that the paper from Mr. Bowen had a hand written note at the bottom.“Paul,My wife owns XYZ. She likes you a lot. Take our offer or theirs, but please remain in our lives and the lives of our companies. We need men like you.Charles Bowen”I was stunned. Mr. Bowen and Ms. Flammel were married and each own a similar company. That had to be a great story. Now what to do? A new company or a familiar one. I would have a position well. But why she ever married this Phil may forever be a mystery to me.He is the slick, cold, easy-going role model of an overpaid corporate ass-saver if you ask me. To begin with it doesn't help that he doesn't have to work for a living. He is rich. Not wealthy, but rich. Philthy rich, as Irene jokes. Which he doesn't like. Shows he is a humorless prick to boot.I don't know what Mary ever saw in him. He must be cheating on her big time. He even flirts with Irene right in front of her. And even in.