Jones, he was wearing a shirt and slacks, we shook hands and then made our way outside to the car.I sat in the driver’s seat and Mr. Jones, Ted, sai... to move on when I was ready. As we drove he made small talk and gave me instructions just as my instructor told me he would. I was driving on a main road when Ted told me to take a left, this led to the back roads of which I was unfamiliar with. I made a couple of silly errors but he didn’t say anything.As I drove Ted said “How much does passing. A while later I had got many, many margaritas as I was listening to the band. I was really getting into the music when a huge, tall handsome biker guy caught my eye. He was checking out my deep cleavage and my tiny skirt approvingly.After a few minutes of light flirting, I decided to give him a better look at my long legs and panty less pussy. Then I spread a bit my thighs and I saw him whispering in approval again. Our eyes locked and I knew I had to have this guy, right now… no matter my. .. deal."Have you ... ehm," I croaked. I did not want to ask, but I had to. "Has Estelle slept with them after we met, Myr? And after we got married?"Myriam looked away. I went on, feeling nauseated. "The deal never ended, did it, Myr? Ed Mazure? Charlie Fox, Felix Mankievic? Others I know? Friends? Colleagues? Neighbors?" I stopped it after we got married," she whispered. Her eyes were wide. "Don't ask, Bruce, please. Don't ask."I banged my fist on the table where I stood. "Goddammit, Myriam.. What the fuck. She's ten feet away. I respond in standing up."Bitch. Close enough?" What's that?"We are face to face. And I cannot stop switching glances from her eyes and her boobies. Yes, she catches me."Are you--? You bit-"I thought she was gonna hit me. But in an extremely cliche move, she starts kissing me. Shit, im into it. Im kinda drunk. Shes sobering up. Her tits are awesome. I am it a state of bliss swapping spit with a girl i don't remember meeting."Mmmm."Her groans are quiet, and we.