I feasted on you and you moaned softly. We moved back to your chair and I sat you down still devouring your nipples. Your blazer and blouse still hung...from your shoulders. As I ate your nipples I reached down to unfasten your pants. I reached behind you and slowly pulled them over your shapely ass. You lifted up to help me. I pulled them all the way off and kissed your stomach, slowly making my way lower.Your intercom buzzed."Ms. Withers. You have Mark Waters from Johnson and Fife on line 2.". "It's not ideal, but I want to see what happens!"I acquiesced to the prescribed parameters that were out of my control. "Fine. Regarding your spouse question. If we had enlisted my husband and your wife to accompany us today, then we would have had no one to take care of our respective children," I noted."Babysitters do exist, Jax." Has your wife expressed interest in either attending a sci-fi convention or hanging out with our movie club?"To avoid being overheard, Quigley murmured into my ear,. He stopped and looked at me with surprise. A queer look lit up his face as he looked at me, glancing at my wine glass and up and down my body as I sat on the table. I couldn't help but let out another girlish giggle.He smiled widely. "What's going on, mom?" He said, chuckling along with me.I just gave him an exaggerated shrug, my eyebrows raised in a coquettish I-don't-know expression.He laughed again which made me almost spit the mouthful of wine I had just poured over my lips. He stepped up. I smiled about this – thinking she is trying to prove she is different while all the time he has solid proof that she is just another slut, same as all the rest – the more she tries to make her point, the more he will enjoy my wife.Anyway, I agreed on the condition that she would tell me when she was going to be with him so I did not wonder about where she was every day and we agreed that she could spend one day a month with him. This suited her as she could "lose" one day a month in London on.