Mr Brown, where did our goods go, when you stole them from our warehouse?"Brown simply looked at her, and said nothing.She responded, "Damn! He wants ...o play the dumb criminal, does he? Who was the woman who alerted us to him? She may have some inkling of the destination of our materials." Uh, Justine. Perhaps we shouldn't name names in front of the culprit?"Justine looked back at her, and nodded. "Quite right, dear. Once the nice policeman has taken him off to be questioned and imprisoned, we. I headed on home and once there, on a whim, I called Barb's and asked for Diane. Barb told me that Diane was going to the bathroom and that she would have Diane call me as soon as she came out. Three minutes later the phone rang and even though I didn't have caller ID I knew it would be Diane on her cell phone. A very strange thing happened to me then. I knew when I answered that Diane would probably be naked and would have the hands of four men on her body as she talked to me. One (or two). I looked at Len thanking him for taking the time to dance with my wife. We should get together again. Len said he will and then told me I had one hot wife and maybe he could finish what he started. I told him I would like that once the wife gives the go ahead.We head home. I bet a lot of people reading this thought Len would be fucking my wife tonight but it did not happen.Gwen put her arms around me as I was driving. “I hope I did not disappoint you tonight. I just felt funny with you there. " That's right, Baby, everything, everything!" the emerald- eyed girl hissed, watching Mark Denning's drug-influenced young wife slowly reveal her breathtaking, naked charms, at last, stepping out of the sheer nylon of her flimsy, black laced panties. "Now - come here, lover." Priscilla huskily ordered, rising to meet her. "You have to undress me! You want to, don't you?" Oh, yes, I want to undress you, Priscilla!" Desirée whispered chokingly, quickly moving to the statuesque, auburn-.