"I've never been in here before; I’ve always wondered what it would look and smell like.” She walked around the workshop and I sat there and watch...d her as she took all the machinery and tools in as she gazed around the place. Lynn stood by our Sommers 7 tonne independent lifting legs. “What are these for? Tying people up?” she said with a smile and a wink. She reached out and held one in each hand, spreading her arms and legs wide open. I shook my head, I’d never seen this side of her. “Maybe,. James groaned loudly and Samantha glanced down and saw James was building up a steady rhythm on his swollen cock, she watched spellbound as he wanked himself. God! She loved watching a man do that. His hand was grasped firmly as he linked thumb and forefinger and tightened his grip, causing his foreskin to reveal and conceal his dark, swollen end.“ Let me” said Samantha as she grabbed his cock and continued for him. James found Samantha’s mouth and pushed his tongue in urgently, Samantha sucked. ”“Seldon,” she said.“Yes, Seldon,” he said. “Oh, he’ll probably be able to get out of it, unless we’re really lucky, but by the time they figure it all out we’ll be long gone. Have you told your kids yet?”“Not yet, but they shouldn’t be a problem. They hate him for ‘breaking up our family’. When I explain that we’re taking his ill-gotten gains, and are going to be living the high life on a Caribbean island I don’t think they’ll be terribly upset.”“Okay, but be careful; kids can be funny when. The consensus was, definitely nice and definitely better than the beefy guys on the posters on the walls. One of her friends commented that if they had Playgirl Magazines to look at instead of Playboy they could actually compare me to the models in the magazine. My wife, already slightly drunk, told them that I actually had a subscription to Playgirl magazine and that she often caught me reading the new arrivals while touching myself. The girls gasped in disbelief. I turned beet red. My wife.