She must have noticed me looking at her toes and she shifted to face me, slightly parting her legs before crossing them. “It’s as if they are sha...ing a silent joke; don’t you think? …like they just had sex in the restroom or something; just before there was a rush in the café.” She smiled a wicked smile. “My name is Kristina Morays. I’m an art student.” She extended her hand in the gesture indicating she would like to shake my hand. I took her hand and shook. She held my hand squeezing gently. He gives me a thumbs up as my wife wastes no time in unzipping his pants and lowering her head into his lap to start sucking his cock.At this point, I left the room and only have the following account directly from my wife:"Tony’s (the older man) cock was already hard by the time I went down on him. He was decently groomed and you could tell he cleaned up and prepared himself for our date. I sucked his cock slowly at first, covering him in my saliva and playing with his balls. He was moaning. The officer explained that if we did not cooperate, he would add narcotic's possession with the intent to distribute to the charges. He made it clear that we would both be charged. I dropped my head in frustration. What a nightmare this evening had become.I looked at the officer and asked, "Why are you doing this to us?"He replied evenly, "I like your wife. Its been a while since I've had a woman. Your wife is about the best looking piece of ass I've seen in a long time. Hell, look at her."We. She was lying on her back in the middle of the room, on a small elevated platform that Mark had installed there a long time ago just for this purpose.Her long legs were spread to the point they hung off opposite sides of the platform, her feet firmly on the floor on either side, her long brown hair spread out in a fan around her head.She kept licking her rubied lips as she watched us with our cocks in hand, circled around her like vultures for a feast…We watched her hands as she slowly teased.