‘Good morning.’ *** His good mood didn’t last too long. The ball was overly crowded and he felt stifled. He’d give anything to be out on as...ignment right now. If he wanted to feel suffocated, he’d rather it be inside a dank, moldy abandoned buildings than in a room full of dressed up hens. The whispers started the moment he and Vivian arrived. Their host was Lady Kissington, apparently a woman of some distinction and had a say on who got an invitation to Almack’s. He could understand why. .. It was under the envelope. Figured it was none of my business.”“I admire your self-restraint.”“So what’s in it? Doubloons?” she smirked.“Close,” I said. “Where’s the key?”“Back in your whacky-assed cannon,” Elise retorted.“Lemme go get it,” I said.I led a parade. Opened the fake electrical panel door, unlocked the door behind it, reached down inside, tugged up a HEAVY canvas bag. Then another.“Let’s take these inside.”Parade back into the house. Tina’s got a knowing smile, serene. I’d TOLD. "Someday soon he will know his wish has already been granted," responded Aoife.Back in Clarence's office, James said, "Considering our experience with their information, we have to check this out. So do what you need to."Clarence then initiated stakeouts at both companies and presidents homes. In doing so he noted that the buildings exit into the enclosed parking lots needed to be monitored. Then on a whim, he asked one of his staff to see if they could locate plans for both buildings, and if. More than that, I could not deny to myself the increasingly erotic feelings I was experiencing as I observed my wife's closeness with this man. I found myself dreaming of them together, of her kneeling in front of him with his large cock in her mouth. In these dreams he was laughing at me, telling me to get on my knees to watch my wife up close. I often woke from these dreams with a start, the image of Eric's hard penis burned in my memory.One evening I returned home from work to find them.