I went to the HR department to meet with the director Mr. Bob Jackson, who also doubled as head of security. I got the normal welcome aboard speech an... rules and regulations.He complemented me on the uniform fit and said he was amazed at how fast the background check got done and the weapons permit was approved. "We have never allowed security people to carry weapons before but with all that has happened around the country we felt it was a necessary thing. You are the first, so how it works out. Neil winked at me, smiling as he passed a photo album to my hubby.“That’s what your slut wife got up to in the past. Once I get the camera rolling you can see for yourself just how much of a hot slut your wife can be!”“I think I’ve just witnessed some of it on the stairs!” My husband laughed.“It’s good that you’re a kinky fucker, cause if she agrees we’ll be filming and fucking her at least twice a week. Sometimes you can come along and watch if you like, but there will be times when we’ll need. So, after growing tired of hearing the same Red Hot Chili Peppers song played over and over, I knocked on her door. It was ajar, and I quickly realized that she couldn't hear me knocking, no matter how forcefully I did so. I walked in. Though I don't like doing so most of the time, I didn't feel I had a choice in this situation. My head was killing me. I could smell the weed and I was out, so I was hoping, at least, she would let me take a hit or two. She looked up a bit startled, surely. She pulled down her pants over her wide ass and hips, and finally her underwear to reveal her neat, hairy pussy. "Have you seen a woman naked before?", she asked. I shook my head, not in real life I hadn't. "Well now you have", she smiled. She walked over to me and positioned herself between my legs, my erect cock, pressing against her soft belly. "These are my breasts", she said, placing my hand on her breast, "the nipples are very sensitive." Placing my other hand she asked "can you feel a.