It started at a Saturday night dance at the Elks. It was no special occasion, just the dance that is held every other Saturday night. My wife Amy love... to dance and is a very good dancer while I, on the other hand, have the proverbial two left feet, so I take her every other weekend and let her dance her heart out. There is no shortage of men willing to dance with her - she is drop dead gorgeous - and men seem to like her company. A friend once asked me why I allowed her to dance with all those. How do you know that?”“I worked for him, so I was around a lot and saw what was happening.”“So you worked with him to kidnap all these women and sell them to some Arabs?”“No, no. That was other men, not me. I just knew about it. Boris ... Mister Antonov was the boss.”“So you worked for Mister Antonov, but not in the kidnapping part of his operation.”“Yes, that’s it,” said the man, sounding relieved.“So what did you do for Mister Antonov?” she asked.Summers objected, saying the witness’s job. Kalie was smiling shyly and completely naked when I entered. She was magnificent. Her large breasts didn't need to take a back seat to anyone's and her pouting ass was splendid. Her hips were more slender than I'd have guessed and her bush was nearly tidy.She was staring at me with her big brown eyes and I gave her a big smile and licked my lips, then pulled her to me to show her how to kiss. I knew she'd been warned already, but I didn't care and I let my hands take over fondling her ass. She came multiple times on the machine. She was feeling good and needed to clean up.Her pussy was numb from the vibrations of her Sybian. She relaxed in the shower while the warm water sprayed from the head. She washed her hair and body and enjoyed the steam.After a while, she got out of the shower and wiped her body dry. She applied nice-smelling lotion to her body and walked into her room to change. She had an exciting day planned for herself. First things first. The garbage men were.