A huge grin crossed my sweet wife’s face; she said she loved in the ass.With that she slipped a finger into her wet pussy and pulled it back out cov...red in cum. Bending over, she reached back and slid the cum covered finger into her asshole. In and out, she fucked her ass with her finger as the four men watched. She started to moan.The fourth guy stepped forward. “Beg for my cock in your ass, bitch!”Anita grinned ay him: “Please…I want your dick up my asshole!”The man grabbed her hand, pulling. She then swirled her tongue around the head of my shaft and began to take my 8 inch member in her mouth, inch by inch. When she had the whole thing in her mouth, she gagged a little, and began bobbing her head. As a hand went to her pussy, that was too much. I blew my load in her mouth, and she was slurping it down like a little pro. She cleaned up my dick and balls, and began to dress. But I stepped over and stopped her. Kissing her again, I slid quickly down to her slit, lubing my fingers up. Without some foreknowledge dinner was nothing special as no one had an idea the Prime Minister was going to be in attendance. Thankfully she did not mind sitting among everyone having dinner though her security people did take up the tables around us.The hour was late when the PM and her party departed using helicopters instead of the motorcade they arrived in. Watching them leave I was wondering if there was not another issue bugging the PM as I realized each if her visits seemed to last much. "The Wilcomobile!" Wilco said enthusiastically. "It's powered completely by carbonated beverages. Now take your places, please, and hold on tight."Nathan and I sat next to each other, facing Mrs. Veetee and her son. Wilco climbed up and took a seat at the top of the vehicle and started it. We began to move at a snail's pace, slowly edging across the room. The Wilcomobile was making very odd bubbling noises and there was a sudden burst of foam from one of the pipes."Hey!" Mrs. Veetee yelled in.