I immediately checked my phone and found no missed calls or texts. I got up and checked the house, in case she was home. Nothing.At around 1:00, i got...a text from my wife's phone number. It was two pictures... one with my wife on her kènes, ass in the air and face on the mattress. Her makeup was smeared and running all around her eyes. Her lipstick was rubbed away. but the look in her eyes.... total bliss and satiation. The second picture was her cum-covered ass. I could see that both her ass. But she would not be the first to make loud vocal sounds she swore to herself. She was going to masturbate in silence longer than Prisca could hold her own moaning back. They were both on an up-spiraling path towards the point of no return.The sounds of wetness and sex from their crotches began to fill the room. More and more, the girls could hear the rhythm of the other's hand inside her pussy. There was no hiding anymore what both were doing. They were so aroused now, they needed to cum so. " I'll meet with Stick, and maybe we can sit down sometime next week." That sounds good."I went into Stick's office, and gave him a call. He was awake, and out of bed, but just sitting down to breakfast. When I told him that we needed to meet, he asked if it was a golf course meeting or an office meeting. I told him that I'd stop by his house, and we could talk there without disruptions.When I arrived, we initially talked about the small hardware stores, the AC contractors, the hardware chains,. No sign of us was found until the day when things sort of fell apart for everyone.The previous evening, we were tied to chairs, just like in the movies. Gregor was out like a light all night long and woke early in the morning. Svetlana and I were awake and could see the sun coming through the windows in the roof of the building. Gregor finally woke up, and just like in the movies, he was a groggy mess, drugged up pretty badly, but had a thing in his belt. It took him two hours to get to it. He.