I knew it was crazy to say that, to tell you that, but you asked, so I had to. Why did you ask that?”“I had to ask you something that I thought yo... might want to lie about,” she said.“Well, ding, ding, ding, you got that one right,” he sighed.“So nothing else changed?”“Not that I could tell,” he said. “Everything else felt normal.” His hand went to lie on top of his zipper. “Sorry,” he said, looking down and then back up. He moved his hand.“I’m going to tell you something, but you must promise. About an hour later everybody started to get ready for the night and the guy I was sharing came in as well. I prented that I was asleep and we didnt talk. He changed into his tarck suit and than gone out again.About half an hour later he came back with one of the secretaries who was about 23 at the time. She was a big girl, short but really big bum big tits, very sexy really, a true bbw with an amazing hourglass figure. They spoke very quietly as they thought I was asleep, I could not see much. He's unhappily married. His wife stays in Albania, because here, as you know, we make business and it's not a place for a woman. They see each other maybe three times a year. When that cunt calls him, she only wants money. But he won't divorce her, because they have kids, and at any rate, it would be somewhat scandalous in our small town. Some people out there still live in the 19th century, at least in terms of mentality. I like only one thing about it; we get married with Albanian women, but. The more we thought about it, the more the clothing store made the best sense. We could bring in a larger range of ages of both genders, we could actually get a look at them in the changing rooms if we rigged them with hidden cameras, and if we found the right place we could even have a back room area on the premises where we could entertain them.The more we worked it through, the more devious the plan got. At first we thought we could just hire them and seduce them over time, or we could offer.