"Sit," she said. "I know that look." She had a distinguished London accent."Really? Here?" I look in the mirror all the time," she replied, gesturing ...o the mirror in front of them. "It's a repellant. I learned to give it up in order to get along with my colleagues. I'm Victoria Cole." I know. Sarah Jones." I know that too," Victoria smiled. "You can call me Vic." How come you know me?" asked Sarah."You're a lovely young woman. I find your look quite striking, thus I filed you away." Vic leaned. I don’t want to leave my wives on their own. Any time I am away for more than a day, I miss them terribly, so I don’t want to go on a long sea voyage. I merely want to discover more about that far away society, their attitude to other communities, their plan of development for their community and their technology; even their range of weapons and what sort of army they possess. I want to know more about everything.”Brando said brusquely, “John, I want to know more about the devices you tell me. So, when he turned away, I pulled the zipper down farther to give a better view. It was great teasing him and fucking with his mind. Stewart became bolder and friendlier to me. Then, he popped the magic question."Are you a pro?" he asked.I responded, "Nope, just a amateur with a professional, attitude, talent, skills and experience."Stewart got a huge smile on his face and probably an erection. During the entire conversation, his eyes never left my tits. Now, he got some nerve and asked. My wife's cousins mums daughter or someone, we have only seen them once in the last two years. I tried to get out of going, but my wife said we had to go. The wedding was some fancy golf club in the middle of nowhere, about 15 miles from Newcastle. We were staying at a Premier Inn, in a family room for the night, I volunteered to drive, as it was her family.The day of the wedding came, and it was the usual sort of wedding thing, reception with lots of free champagne and wine, which the wife was.