I reached up and crossed out numbers eighteen and nineteen.*Monday was turning into what we in the business called a "shit show with bells on." Everyt...ing that wasn't meant to happen did and the important things that were meant to happen didn't.My office, apparently, was the eye of the storm and I sat at my desk like I was directing traffic. People were in and out all morning as the share price moved and I was in constant contact with various clients advising them on what they should do with. I couldn't help but touch my pussy for a second before I caught myself. After a few more pictures the photographer announced he was finished and I grabbed my things and rushed to the dressing room wondering what I would have done had he wanted more. As I sat in the dressing room trying to compose myself, the photographer said the male model had arrived and as soon as I was ready we could get started. When I walked out in my red teddy and g-string and saw the male model, I though omg! What a. In fact the louder the voices got from the men in the next room, the more Jackie reacted. When she grabbed my cock and started to wank me off (something that is very rare) I knew she was on the edge of sheer ecstasy. She then pulled her panties down and actually for the very first time in a relationship spanning 25 years, her hand joined mine as I rubbed and fingered her cunt. Just that act nearly made me shoot my load. The guys were talking and my wife was actually fingering her own pussy as. Satyr, my sweet and handsome lover!" Karen heard her own admittance. "B-but... he doesn't want me. He's angry because I tied him up... because I wanted to keep him for myself, away from the rest of these lecherous neighborhood bitches!" Dogs?" Barbara queried in surprise."Wives! Wives, Barbara! He's been screwing them all!" Karen whimperingly answered. "And now, he's angry at me... !"Wildly, Barbara ate the huge animal up with her rapacious eyes, searing sensations of new lust charging pelf.