And, all the while my wife, Rozelle Carter, held me back from retreating from the room. Boy did I want to retreat. The celebration had no allure for m..., not yet, maybe not ever.Then it was time for a speech, so I was informed by the crowd of them. I say from the crowd of them because everyone kept chanting “speech-speech-speech!” Rozelle nudged me. I took a deep breath. I looked over at the clock in the dinette where we were all clustered about. It read 11:15 a.m.“Okay then,” I said. The hemline of your skirt is just above the knee and your legs are beautifully displayed in black nylons and three-inch heels. Under your jacket I see a business-like, crisp, white shirt with the top couple of buttons undone to reveal just enough of your cleavage to make a feminine statement but not enough to detract from your status. I lean down to kiss your cheek, but you stand, throwing your arms around my neck, my hands reaching around your waist to pull you in gently. “Hi gorgeous,” I. "Corey grinned and said, "What the hell! It all goes on the expense account!"They laughed and turned to me to see how I'd respond. I didn't even have to think about it. Hell! My finances are so screwed up at the moment that for two thousand dollars I would have let them fuck me!I reached out and shook their hands and said, "Gentlemen, I do believe that I can talk my charming wife into satisfying your every desire. She may not be happy about it. You may have noticed that she hasn't been smiling. She moved back a little, and Tom slowed down with considerable effort. He wanted to just take her. He went slowly, feeling her nails dig into his back as he finally plunged all of himself inside her.“Oh God... you’re so... big... Mr. Howard!”He started moving faster, only to feel her moving against him. She cried out in pleasure and started bucking herself against him, moving faster and faster as each fucked the other. Her fingers rubbed circles against her clit.“I”m getting close..” She.