The man had interfered with and stopped several of his schemes in the last couple of years, and cost him a lot of money.It was time to pull the thorns...out of his side. He sent out messages to contact several of his unsavoury friends, but they didn’t return his notes or they informed him it wasn’t safe to do business with him at present.He ranted, raved and threw things around the house when he got the latest message. The staff made themselves scarce, and many packed bags and just left. They. Very slowly, I rose up against his chest, raising my right leg to lie over his left and leaning my head on his left shoulder. Grinding my left leg slowly into his lap, over and over again, I nibbled on his ear and continued to whisper at him that it was the best dance he would ever going to get from a slutty stripper…Then I cupped my left breast in my hand and brought it to his mouth, letting out a slight sigh as he responded, delicately, tickling my nipple with his tongue as I rubbed my leg up. My sexy wife then explained me she had been having meetings during all week with directors and staff from other near cities offices.One of them was a young black man, very handsome. When he saw Ana was wearing her wedding ring, he told her that he had always wanted to fuck a married woman like her. His name was Phillip.Anita added that next day he said the same thing. He wanted to fuck her and he was a very tough man, insisting all the time on it.That was why she had been laughing when she came. I think I enjoyed camping the most because it was a guarantee that even though he’d get really drunk, he wouldn’t beat either me, or my mom, with these friends around to see it.They had a daughter about 17, and a son, about 19. It was the late 1970’s, so the boy had long, curly hair, seldom wore shoes or socks, or even a shirt or underwear. Jeans were the wardrobe for just about every day…. jeans only… tight at the waist… although the waists were higher in those days than today. Still, on.