You have five minutes to get your shit together, and then meet us in the dining room.”Without another word, all three of them got up and went to the...dining room where I had wine already poured and waiting for them. I stayed down for a minute or two dealing with the pain and trying to catch my breath. Somehow I made it to my feet and stumbled back to the dining room where they were waiting for me. My tortured body was shaking as I stood in front of them naked with my head bowed. Mistress. " I'm flattered and pleased. T. M. Trog at your service my lady and no I've not written for quite sometime." Well, depending on how the afternoon turns out I'm hoping you will finally have a story to post."Author comment: I hope you don't take the dialog as what was really said between Marge and me. I can only write what I think was said to the best of my recollection."I would never presume anything other than pleasant talk over coffee would take place, Marge. I do find you extremely attractive. Her body perpendicular to his front. Her arm against his bulging crotch. I could see that she was very slightly applying pressure to his cock. He smiled at her. She turned slowly and faced him. I’m sure others saw what was going on, but no one was going to say anything. Her hand was now grabbing at his crotch. His hand was inside her short skirt and looked like he had found her pussy. My wife then pulled his zipper down and stuck her hand in. Out came this giant fat cock. The head was enormous.. ’ She gritted her teeth. ‘Yes.’ ‘Well, let me get this.’ He threw down his napkin onto the plate and stood up. ‘A pleasure, as always.’ They walked in silence over to the bar where Charles paid up, and Monica took a mint from the bowl. She unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth, her head a battleground of conflicting thoughts. She didn’t want to think about business anymore, the takeover, the repulsive Rupert Cross. The humiliation of the morning seemed far away, faint under the buzz of the.