She would flirt with him, after the meal we sat outside and ordered drinks. We got chatting to the guy and the young girl maybe both in their mid-20's... my wife was doing all she could to make it clear she was willing and able if either of them wanted her or me for that matter. a little later we went for a walk and she passed the waiter and she kissed him full on the lips and told him thank you for the service so far. When we came back to the bar area he sat us in a more secluded section said we. Sorry girl, but there are just too many coincidences for it to be true. It started when you greeted me on the doorstep, and you lingered just a little too long over that welcoming kiss. Then there was that short, tight little dress and those ‘come fuck me’ shoes. You looked as though you were up for a hot night out, not a quiet evening in with a neighbour. By the time I arrived you had already had a drink or two, and we downed another couple of large glasses of wine before that famous CV even. ‘Okay. That’s what we’ll have, ten minutes at ten o’clock. At the meeting I’ll let you know about anything that’s come up, and you’ll have a chance to bring up anything that you need to get out into the open. I didn’t like the conference room very much. Too crowded. Let’s meet right out here, standing up, every morning, Monday through Friday at ten o’clock. Ten at ten. ‘Now one thing we’ve got to pay attention to is security. The more we get written the more we’ve got to protect. So don’t take. They must had been three deep, I could feel my cunt get wet she then brought large suction cups that covered my hanging tits, I have seen one before it was a milking machine, the next feeling I had was someone was putting a gagel like device over my eyes, when it was turned on I could see the room and what I looked like, my cunt tighten around the dildo. a headset was put over my ears and all sound went away, I was in my own world. I felt the strangest feeling like the person tied to a stool.